I’ve had 5,726 feelings today. So when we went to dinner and I only wanted one of the four things we ordered and everyone else ate most of it I sulked until I went home then ate half a block of cheese and half a loaf of bread.

If we had stayed the baby would have screamed. She was done.

But I’m still lowkey mad. That shit was good and we brought home leftovers of their choices.

Petty as fuck.