Here at Casa Crotchety Mrs C was in a rather foul mood.
And why do youse automatically assume it was something I did?
Yeah, it's always the man, huh?
I know how youse think.
Blame Crutchety. I'm starting to get a complex. A persecution one at that.
Well, ok maybe it was my fault, but only a little. A teeny tiny speck of fault.
Stop looking at me that way.
Your acting like there's another woman involved.
Well sorta. But I am pure of action, heart, and mind. Hey, youse wonder how much trouble I can possibly get in with Mrs. C. without leaving the room. Youse would be surprised.
She'll probably warm up soon. I'm ao darn cute and charming. How could she resist? :)