Crazy Friday.

I was so frustrated that I yelled at both of them. They didn't even see it coming.

I just wanted things to move a little faster, but the oven was taking forever to heat up and I needed to leave for work.

So I yelled. Actually it was more like I hollered.

Right before I tossed it back in the fridge.

HA! You thought I was talking about the girls!

Nope! Much to the questionable relief of my sanity, I'm talking about the roll of Pillsbury refrigerated sugar cookie dough that I didn't have enough time to cook over my lunch hour, even though I desperately wanted a cookie.

And the next victim? STILL not one of my girls. It was . . .

A can of pop.

Needless to say I was a little frustrated that I hadn't had time to finish my soda over lunch, so it is still sitting on my table at home.

Waiting and deflating.

I guess I was the definition of Freaky Friday today.