Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I am a lucky duck.  Thanksgiving this year is at our daughter's house, and I was delegated to bring jello salad and cranberry sauce.  But I couldn't leave well enough alone.  I had seen a recipe for pumpkin rolls, and I decided to make them.  I began the process hopefully.  Then I needed whole milk, and went to the store for that.  Then my yeast was the wrong kind, I needed instant yeast.  Who knew there was such a thing?  I had baked four little pumpkins the night before, so I had my puree already ready, except there were seeds hiding that I picked out.  The dough in the mixer was sticky, but what was too sticky and did I need to add flour?  I flung in a couple of spoonfuls.  When I went to transfer the dough to the buttered bowl, it stuck nicely to my hands, but would not remove itself properly.  I draped plastic wrap over the bowl, after washing my sticky hands for five minutes, and waited.  It was supposed to double in size after 1 1/2 hours.  But no.  Two hours go by, three, four.  Finally, I give up and at eight pm cut and roll the dough into balls.  It has to rise again.  Luckily, by this time the room temperature had risen due to the oven being preheated for multiple hours, so by 9:30 I decided the dough was risen enough, at least for me to get to bed at a reasonable hour, and I slid the pan in the oven, set the timer, and with no hope whatsoever, went upstairs to finish watching "Rampage", with an oversized gorilla, wolf and crocodile.  I felt rampagey, let me tell you.  The smell wafting upstairs was encouraging, and when the timer dinged, and rushed downstairs and discovered the rolls looked decent, despite my forgetting to brush them with egg white and poppy seeds.  I was way past the niceties.  My husband complimented me, and I replied, if I ever decide to bake bread again, remind me I have sworn off the whole enterprise.  Now, wrapped in aluminum foil, the rolls away reheating tomorrow. Me?   I'm not sure I can even look at them again.