You know who you are.
Your impossible behavior is so tiresome and tedious after a decade of it. And you always find a way to blame me, when you make mistakes too. I just didn’t used to point them out. But I do now. And that makes it feel worse.
Add a jammed copy machine and you get a situation where you’re hoping no one lights a match.
Here’s to forgiveness and a reset for tomorrow…
And a return to happiness.