Today April and I trodded off to the grocery store with Dolly our cart in tow for the week's rations. Somewhere between the dairy and onions we got distracted by Christmas. We wandered through the Christmas area, and found tiny fake trees. For $5. We couldn't resist, especially since they came with little ornaments too. Hot damn! Of course, we didn't stop there. We found an angel for the top, ribbon for a garland, a small string of lights, and a small box of Christmas crackers we hoped would hold miniature decorations [they didn't].

The saddest part of all? We decorated it when we got back. We also planned out how to decorate our suite, what we're doing for Christmas presents this year [a large stocking that we'll fill for each other] all while listening to the soundtrack for last year's hit Christmas movie, Love Actually.

Then, of course, as she tends to ruin my good moods nearly every time, April pissed me off. I was getting the garbage ready for the cleaning lady tomorrow. Normally our kitchen can is fine for the week, but something was roasting in the bottom. So, as I was attempting to get the overflowing bag into the bigger green bag, a waft of disgusting garbage smell barraged me. And not just any sort of garbage smell, but that of a vat of rancid milk products. And then it splashed down my favourite jeans, and on to the floor.

I thought I was going to vomit. Hard core.

Instead of being sympathetic, April went snarky.

//I'm not being overdramatic, you know. I thought I was going to yak all over the kitchen.//

To that, she replied...

//Oh, I know you weren't. I just think you're being wimpy!//

Uh, excuse me? Thanks, beyotch.

I ignored her, changed my pants and put my shoes on to take it out. Because who wants to eat dinner in a kitchen that reeks of rancid milk? She didn't understand that either. Then of course, when we were taking it out, I accidentally hit her foot with the bag, and she flipped. Meanwhile, my hands are covered in disgusting garbage juice, and the fucking clean garbage bag hits her fucking shod foot. I mean FUUUUUUUUUCK!

So now I'm sitting in my room, pissed off and plotting ways to smother her in her sleep.