Another day of unwarranted crankiness

I'm knocking off from work early today to go run errands for the house. Among my plans: buy a small bookcase that will sort of match my discontinued bedside table, therefore serving as a second bedside table (the eclectic look!); meet a man about an alarm system; buy paint at "Sharon Williams," as my dad pronounces it. I don't know why he always leaves out the "w" in "Sherwin." Possibly a hidden southernism that just hasn't revealed itself until now.

If yesterday was any preview of the weekend, I can say with certainty that there will be a large amount of unnecessary crankiness and sniping. That's my family's way of dealing with any big event, happy or stressful. I'm pretty irritated and worn down by it already. Am I the only member of my family that thinks things can actually be simple and accomplished without arguments and endless consideration of minutitae? Apparently so.