I woke up and knew my day was not great before my feet hit the floor. I was out of coffee, I hadn't slept well (thanks to my new obsession with Criminal Minds on Netflix), and several little things were irritating the living daylights out of me. One of those things was our dishwasher. After several repairs, it's been particularly awful, incapable of meeting the most basic responsibility of a dishwasher, namely, cleaning dishes.
Hrmph. I decided to fix it myself, and it cut my finger. Still in pajamas, holding my hand over my head and searching for a bandage and feeling sorry for myself, I knew it was over. So I went shopping.