Totally Pea-Nuts

Picture it: I'm appearing by phone for a deposition in Miami.  The deponent is lying her rear off.  I start to get annoyed.  Really annoyed.  My questions are getting a little more intense, my tone slightly clipped.  I may have thrown in a few side comments like, "give me a break," "you do realize what you're saying makes no sense, and "ma'am, you understand you're under oath, right?" I sounded like a TV lawyer.  That's not a good thing.

Suddenly, the deponent's attorney interrupts me to tell me that I am badgering his poor, lying client.   Five years of depositions, and I've never been accused of harassing a witness.

You know what?  It was totally warranted criticism.  I was being totally rude for no good reason.  My bad.  Will a smiley face emoticon make it better? :-)

I naively thought my hormonal roller coaster days were behind me when I finished the last of my fertility medications.  Nuh-huh.  It's worse.  I'm Running Pea-nuts, able to burst into tears or flames at the drop of a hat!

A few things that drove me to tears this week:

• Forgetting to buy milk at the store and not realizing it until 10 p.m.
• J and I buying our first present for the baby, a stuffed Pluto.  I quite literally cried tears of joy in the middle of Downtown Disney.  Like that's not embarrassing or anything
• The Olympic trials.  Oh, the drama!
• Realizing J picked up non-organic fat free milk instead of organic 1%.  Holy crap.  I'm officially insane and obsessed with milk.  Who am I?

And a few things that maybe, kinda, just a little bit ticked me off this week:

• My office ceiling was leaking thanks to Tropical Storm Debby.  The building's solution was to stick a bucket in the ceiling over the tiles. So now there's a bucket of stagnant rain water right over my desk.   Is that really an acceptable solution?
• The women smoking immediately outside the entrance to our building.  I mean, really?  If you're going to smoke, you deserve to be exposed to gale force winds.
• My co-worker who told me that she sees me eating "all the time."  Hello, I'm hungry.  Now get out of my way so I can make my afternoon PB&J.
• Speaking of co-workers, the ones who tell me, "just you wait.  It's going to get sooo much worse" and "you're gonna be huge!"  Well, thanks for the encouragement, bitches.

So - on a scale of 1 to 10, just how crazy am I?