I've been extra cranky this weekend. Whoo-wee! Lotsa negotiating and tantrums. My mom took me to Michael's to browse some fall arts and crafts. Normally, I would be enjoying this. But man, my 'tude was just something else. See that rubber chicken I'm holding? I wanted to get it and my mom let me hold it while we went through the store. That thing stunk and cranked up my crankiness a notch. In the end, I changed my mind (which I tend to do a lot lately) and didn't want it. Which is good I guess, I don't need another darn little toy. Boy, my mom was glad to be outta there. It's just miserable being a 3 year old sometimes.