Don't Feel Like Blah-Blah-Blahgging

Whine, whine, whine, grumble, grumble, grumble.

I'm very tired, very cranky and mildly sore.

But we have our trip to Mexico taken care of and that counts for something. Or it should. If I weren't so friggin' tired.

Nothing like trying to take a nap with people playing video games in the room with you. Except adding in a dog that is compelled to bark when our neighbors come home, each and every goddamned time.

But at least I can laugh when I remember the South African version of whine, whinge (like hinge with a "wh" as in what in front). I can remember my flatmate telling me to stop "whinging" one day and I nearly fell over laughing at her.