Intensity

I went to bed early last night because I had to get up early for the audit today. Sometime later, maybe around midnight, I woke up and Randy is standing in our room just cooing into the phone. I think he was anyway and from what I remember, he (they) was (were) laying it on thick. It was warm up there in our room, too, and I got fired up. He was cooing and it was HOT! I mutter around and jump out of bed. Randy says "Wait a minute" on the phone, but I rush past him, charging down the stairs and across the house to turn the air conditioner down to 74 degrees. I turn to go back to my room, thinking, "There has got to be a way to have a relationship without annoying people all the time."

Clearly, I was not happy with my brother at the moment, but to be fair, I wasn't happy with anything at the moment in my muddled state of mind. I want to be quick to point out that neither Randy nor Shelley did anything wrong, save being a bit syrupy for public consumption.