who, me?

I’ve just been accused of being pissy.

Not that the accuser was mad at me, or anything [because he still wants his half of the bed tonight], but was just letting me know.

He even has theories: Christmas, my parents’ visit this weekend, his parents’ visit over Christmas itself, my interrupted nap yesterday afternoon. They’re all valid but, as far as I was concerned, I wasn’t pissy until it was suggested. Apparently, though, my suspected mental state may date back to Saturday’s brief sojourn in the mall.

I suspect that any [perceived] attitude issues may be due to carrying tension in my back and could be alleviated [if they truly do exist] by a comprehensive, no-strings back rub. Because, you know, perhaps I am pissy. And that would certainly help.

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