We went to an auction today. I know thatis usually a problem, so I took Klonopin and my service dog. I had to take a couple of breaks from the auction. It got better as people were leaving. We were interested in 4 things and we got them. My fiance bought a mantel clock. OMG. I hate mantel clocks. It's ugly, noisy and we don't have anywhere to put it.
Got home, I was sorting things out and he texts me to start chicken. Then comes home and he's in a rush to go to a farm call and is trying totell me some recipe that I don't understand. Then he's all frustrated and mad and leaves.
So I eat leftover frosting, try to cook and completely ruin it. I just feel all crappy, too angry to cry. But have to pull it together somehow andput dinner on that table - no matter how tough the chicken is. :(