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Just got in a pissy argument with my son when he came home from work. Crap.
My fault: instead of a warm welcome when he came in the door, I whined about him screeching his tires when he left this morning (because the homeowner's association likes to fine residents for that stuff). Then he went to the laundry room and threw all my clothes out of the dryer all over the hallway. Looking back it was kind if funny: my purple underwear and socks all over the place. I'm over it now, but he is still pissed, even though I apologized.
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