So far this morning I have:
Yelled at my camera that I hate it's guts. (to which Ashley informed me cameras don't have guts)
Banged my toothbrush holder on the bathroom counter (because I couldn't get my darned toothbrush out of it) and broke it.
Yelled at Jason when he wouldn't stop throwing a temper tantrum first thing this morning.
Does someone need anger management course, or am I just PMS'ing?