When I'm king of the world, I'll change that. I say that a lot. Of course I say king because who would listen to a woman?
Floundering about in my 62nd year and suffering from old-timers disease, I find that my tolerance level is getting lower and lower. So I'll admit it... I'm a grouch. I'm probably Maxine's grumpy twin. Don't confuse me with facts, my mind is made up. I don't debate because I can't remember anything. Mid argument I'm likely to change sides and not realize I've done it.
Politicians make me mad. Here in Canada we're about to have another election because that last one didn't go the way the way the opposition wanted. So instead of working to pull together and solve the country's problems they just dump the government and start again. Sounds good until you realize that next they will tell us taxpayers that they need money to pay for this election (2nd in less than a year) so they need to raise taxes. I'm pretty sure that I learned in Kindergarten how to get along with my playmates. Don't remember the teacher allowing us to kick her out and get a new one.
No! I'm not giving you any more money! As a matter of fact I'm off to the lake with a box of Salada tea which I'm going to toss into the water and wait for Paul Revere to show up. (This is where you don't bother me with facts like I'm a Canadian eh.)
Today I'm mad at
- people who don't support their Prime Minister/President during time of war.
- boys wearing pants so low that I have to see their pubic hair and butt divider and parents who don't care.
- young girls dressing as sexual objects and parents who allow this.
- improper grammar. You didn't axe your mother something you asked her!! You think it doesn't matter? Why do you keep getting passed over for promotions? Demand the best of yourself.
- Government spokespersons who say ah, or er, or um every few seconds. I think I learned not to do that about grade 4.
- Towns that beg us to "shop at home" but continue to say "you wouldn't believe how many people ask for that." Shouldn't that be your clue to carry the requested item? I'm still mad that I had to drive 30 miles to buy rhinestone decorated panty hose during the disco days because no one in town carried them.
