When I was a kid and being grumpy my mother would always ask me sarcastically if I had “woken up on the wrong side of the bed.” I never really understood what she meant. I just grunted at her.
This morning I woke up in a bad mood. And this phrase is the first thing I could think of. There is no real reason I should be in a bad mood. I cannot remember having an anger inducing dream, that would explain it. I hope my mood improves as the day goes on, but until then I feel like the fluffball below.