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I can be such a jerk.

I've been miserable all day. Mad. Angry. Just out of sorts. Jeanine and I were due at a friend of hers tonight for dinner.

I whined.

Okay, deep down I was looking forward to some awesome Cuban food. I could not keep my mouth shut though.

We get the kids, go out the door... I slip on the last small piece of sheer ice on the driveway. I think I broke my elbow.

Do I go? Do I stay home?

Jeanine sends me back in the house. I'm not going to pay for this, she says.

I should go but it hurts. Half of it is how scared I was, I'm sure. It hurts to move but its just an elbow.

I'm deep in the doghouse tonight. Typing with one hand and wishing I hadn't been such a jerk all day.