Ugh

Well J is in a super crabby mood. Gotta love it. I'm just trying to stay out of his way. I hate when he's like this. He's short-tempered, throwing stuff around, slamming doors... I asked if there was anything I could help him with and he said "I don't know."

Earlier he was moving stuff around on the patio in preparation for the painters tomorrow (our HOA has been repainting all the buildings, tomorrow its our turn) and he says to me something like, "Where should I put everything?" I honestly thought it was a rhetorical question so I didn't answer. So he asked me again (and mind you, he didn't ask where I thought he should put stuff, just where he should put stuff - like I know and should instruct him). I told him I didn't really know, but were supposed to get it all away from the walls.

He grumbles and goes outside, slamming the doors and swearing a blue streak.  (And again just now). So I go out there, see if I can help. He's bringing the outdoor cushions indoors and I say, "Those should be fine, they're outdoor cushions." He argues with me and I say, Whatever, I'm just trying to help. He's being all pissy and I ask why he's mad and he starts yelling that he's irritated and trying to clear off the patio and I'm in his way asking questions.

At this point, clearly I can do nothing right, so now I'm shutting up and venting on my blog. Jerk.

Frakkin shrimp toast.
-A