The Fat Lady was really angry this morning. Word spitting, foot stomping mad.
The day started in a good way. She’d just come back from the spa (i.e., dishwasher) and was sparkling, looking for Frenchmen (French Vanilla coffee). DH (Dear Hubby) was there to accommodate.
Only one problem. When he went to put in the sugar (Fat Lady likes a little sweetness, ya know), it didn’t go anywhere at first.
A monumental tirade ensued. Noticing the error of his ways, DH corrected the situation.
She’s still haranguing him over it.
I suppose I can see her point. (Best not laugh when she’s within earshot.)