headache. arg. Also, at the CPA's house, working on August numbers, because he's loaded up with extended IRS returns.
And Mrs. Thomas pissed me off something fierce last night when she decided that instead of just picking up a towel and wiping up some dog pee, she preferred to stand there and argue with me about who had care, custody, and control of said dog while he did his thing, and did so while I was arms-deep, prepping a turkey for roasting. She, OTOH, had some pleasure reading to do. Still have a burr under my saddle this morning and really wish I had stood my ground and asked her if she knew how fucking lazy she was coming off.