Irritable Old Bastard. That's what I've been called today. On the heels of a very nice 11th anniversary yesterday with all of it's gushy sentiments and such, today I've been relinquished to the throes of being an IOB. I mean, seriously now, check out the meanings of them above. (And, by the way, someone's Mother in Law is not gonna be happy about the definition of that last horrible word.) But, like I mentioned earlier, ain't the truth a bitch. Yup, she sure is.
Do you like my new winter coat? About sixteen of us could have fit into the 47 yards of material that made that coat up. I felt a bit like Sarah Palin.