Up at 4 am

.....because doors and cabinets are slamming
below me.
She's still eating out of that pan of ribs.
Offered me pork tacos. No thanks.
I snuck out to the back yard yesterday to water
but she heard me and followed me around and
instructed me exactly how to water everything.
She's still complaining about the damn orange tree.
And now there is dog poop everywhere.

Came home from the grocery store last nite and
every counter in the kitchen was covered with the
ingredients for her pork tacos and dirty dishes.
Crap everywhere. I really enjoyed putting my grocery
bags on the floor. Tried to put my stuff away at warp
speed while she kept pushing the damn tacos on me.

Yum.