I'm not in the best mood today, seeing as I got up at 6:23. While I like having class at 8 in the morning, because it gets it out of the way, getting up for those classes is a whole 'nother story.

Of course, there was a note from April saying she wasn't going to class, because "she doesn't feel well". Well, neither do I honey, but I still got my ass out of bed. I suppose she has better things to "do" besides learning about library management.

And then there it was.

I was going to the fridge for leftover banana chocolate chip pancakes, when I squinted at the shopping list. It had someone's handwriting on it, which was neither mine nor April's. Underneath the chicken broth and dumplings April started the list with where hash browns, baked potatoes (???), and finally, doggie doo-doo.

Through the process of elimination, I knew it was Fuckwit's. I couldn't help but feel self-satisfied when I wrote "My, aren't we mature today?!" underneath.