I started getting really crabby during supper tonight. Justin wanted to eat downstars and watch the new movie. I always sit on the floor in front of the coffee table when eating downstairs to avoid making a mess on the carpet, couch or me. It felt like minus ten down there, and I lept up to go eat at the counter. I heard the movie start, and got upset with Justin because I had wanted to watch it together.Then I made a startling announcement with a swear. I had just remembered that my work pot-luck is tomorrow, and we were going to make the surprise dip (the one with cream cheese, sour cream, green peppers, red peppers, cheese and crab - I like it better with shrimp though). I had wanted to stop at Sobey's on the way home, but completely forgot. Then I was trying to convince Justin that I simply didn't care if I had a meal to provide for tomorrow. It wasn't my idea, and I thought the added stress right before Christmas was a rediculous idea. He went to the store, bought the ingredients, and made my dip. I had a bath, and tried to relax; then I went to bed.
