Grumble, grumble

So I get home last night...
the dishes are done
the kids were cleaning the playroom
and he got me mini nilla wafers (love them!) from the store

I am so going to hell for being a bitch.

As long as I am headed straight to hell in a handbasket - Might as well get another gripe out of the way. Pay for a fricking haircut!
I hate giving haircuts.

btw-I am loving "Eat, Pray, Love", (although a little too much of it hits home)

Does it say something if I want to go to my office and work on my progression project?