Further Proof that No One Should Speak to Me Unless I've Been Awake at Least 2 Hrs

Bad, teething filled night. Starbucks this morning some nice, unsuspecting man says to me, "How old is your daughter? I have an 8 mo. old at home. She just started sleeping through the night!"

I know he meant this as a 'show and tell' sort of conversation, but I took it, on my four hours of sleep, as shameless bragging and rubbing it in. Seeing as how I'd been up for about an hour, my personal filter was not in place and I said smugly back to him, "Oh really?! I'd love to tell you that's gonna last." 

Poor guy - I am such an evil bitch before 8AM.