I was watching Trading Spouses and there was one couple's family who were out at lunch, in one of those fancy rich Restaurants and the entire time they sat down to dinner they complained about everything not being good enough. The spouse who traded was sitting across the table listening to them and the camera was flashing from the scene to her talking about the scene. These people had money and thought nothing about buying one single clothes item over two thousand dollars, so obviously they were used to the good things in life.

Anyway there they were complaining about everything from the napkin to chips been too big to melted cheese being too melted. I was O.o and so was the spouse who traded, off camera she said she didn't know what they had to complain about (she was average income earner).

Then my brain went quiet and I realised omg I complain like that. O______o. So basically I came to the conclusion I am a rich, pampered, demanding, person trapped in a demanding poor person's body.

I went to bed. I dreamt I was Marie Antoinette and I kept saying I don't want any more cake with cheese. I woke up with a horrible headache. Blergh.

No more Trading Spouses for me.

And, in pup news Audr is really starting to grate on me; he sounds like Poseidon.