The Complaint Department

If you don't wish to read my grumblings and gripes of the day, then I really encourage you to choose something else to read. My good friend Joyce in Washington state posted yesterday about the Hood Canal Bridge that's going to be closing for six weeks starting in May. That's gonna displace her for a while. Read that. It's more interesting.

For some reason, I've just got a head full of complaints. Nothing too big, but just those naggy little ones that grate on you. Do you know what I mean?

For example:

1. Why did I pay a bunch of money two years ago for a root canal to remove the nerves and all feeling in a tooth and then put a crown on a tooth that had chipped off, but wasn't hurting at all? Ever since, after a jaw clenching, stressful day, that tooth kills me.


2. I buy nice, soft toilet paper for everyone. I buy aloe toilet paper for me. Why when I go to the bathroom does the toilet paper seem like it came from the local gas station? Where's my aloe paper? Must have aloe.


3. I love to hear the birds sing. But why suddenly has my yard become a haven for the Awful Sounding Bird Singing Choir? I AM going to Wal-Mart TODAY and getting some songbird bird seed!


4. Speaking of yards, has anyone seen mine? It seems to have washed away in the recent rains we've had.


5. Why does my pantry always look like a tornado blew through it even though I hardly ever cook? And why do I have 999 utensils and 40 pots and pans even though I hardly ever cook?


6. I think I'm getting a little hard of hearing because the male voices in my house sound like Charlie Brown's teacher. I can't hear anything any of them say.


7. Why is it when I get well into paying for a car do things start going wrong with it? How does an inanimate object know my financial arrangements?


8. Is Yahoo mail trying to send me over the edge? If I get the sorry for the inconvenience message once more when trying to get in my e-mail, I do believe I'll jump.


9. Why do I get SOOOO much junk mail? Paper, envelopes, I can't stand it. I have been known to leave the junk mail in my mailbox for days on end. It drives Jeff insane when I do that, so I try not to do it too often. I'm feeling a bout of Leaving the Junk in the Box coming on, sorry, Jeffery. Speaking of junk, I never sent in my census survey. Shhh. Don't tell.


10. Why after 10 feet of rain am I still being plagued with pollen? And why is it April 16th and I'm wearing a sweatshirt? I WANT 80 DEGREES AND SUNNY! (If you could see me, I'm stomping my feet while I'm typing this)

Okay. We'll leave the Complaint Department now. Still working on getting all those pages proofed. Didn't finish yesterday. My car's going to the shop because of some strange noise, so I'll be without means to escape. Good and bad. I would cook tonight, but without a car, I can't go to the store to get what I need.

Till tomorrow, my Lousy Songbird Quartet and I wish you all a very good Thursday!