Ok. I'm Ornery.

I was having my brother read half of my story for the anthology I'm part of to see if it was worthy of reading. This is the conversation that ensued.

Me: Did you read my story.
Bro: No not yet.
Me: Can you look at it soon? I have a deadline.
Bro: Ok, I'll read it now

10 mins pass

Bro: It's banging!!
Me: Really? Did you like the mother?
Bro: Yeah, but I don't really know her yet.
Me: Yeah, it's leading to that. Did you like my "ornery" protagonist?
Bro: Yeah, she's ornery like you.
Me: Wait, what? You think I'm ornery?
Bro: Yeah

So this is how I learned I'm ornery. My husband disagrees, but I'm sure my employees think so.