I wore my three grumpy cat, moon shirt today! It is my Monday shirt.
Can you just start blasting the Samuel L Jackson audio book of Go the Fuck to Sleep?
Boyfriend called me a holiday scrooge on the 4th when at 12:01 am I starting grumping because it wasn't a holiday anymore and people needed to stop with their noise.
I swear if it's not fireworks it's something else. At my house, usually the cat, but last night was the sirens at the fire station just as I was creeping a sleeping baby to her bed. Boom. Awake. Cue a whole 'nother hour to get her back down.