Cranky pants

I’ve got my cranky pants on, oh yes I do.
I’ve got my cranky pants on, how ’bout you?
We can do a dance in our cranky pants,
And then we’ll go to the zoo.

This bit of dorkiness brought to you by the letters I H A T E N O A H S J O B. It’s a busy day for letters.

It’s awfully hard not to be cranky at Noah when I’m cranky at his job. I know that he’s not happy either so I then feel extra guilty for being a butthead. ARGH! URF! HATES THEM PRECIOUS!!!

6 thoughts on “Cranky pants

  1. tshuma

    If it’s any help, I feel all ranty and pissy at B’s job, and I’m disguising it poorly. We can be ranty and pissy together.

    Earlier note from me (in another place, less than an hour ago):
    “crankypants: firmly pulled up
    wedgie: commencing”

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