I’m in a growly mood at the moment, so I figure it would be a good idea to vent things here rather than keep growling at the dogs.  Just snarled really bad at poor Cheyenne, confused her since I never growl at her.  Poor girl.

What’s got me in a pissy mood is that I asked to get your counter top grill back from the folks you loaned it to and got some story about “nope, don’t have it.  Got one, but it’s been ours for years.”  That’s a load of crap and you and I both know it, but without you here I know that they are going to stick to that story about it not being your grill and keep it.  Pisses me off, to know it belongs to you and be unable to get it back from them.  They said they will look around and see if there is one there, but I know that they’re going to claim not to find yours and keep yours as being theirs.

Hell, even if I do get it back I know that it will probably be destroyed from using metal utensils on the non-stick surface of it.  So… yeah, I’m just in an all around bad mood at the moment and feeling helpless and wishing like hell you could tell them to give you damn grill back.