The Airing of Grievances
Since it was Festivus yesterday, and since I am a procrastinator, I must now come forth with this year's Airing of the Grievances. And boy do I have a lot of them this year:
1) Wes. My grievance is that he won't tell his family that my name is not Mrs. Wesley E. Worrell.
2) Morgan. My grievance with her is that she is a teenager. Enough said.
3) My grandmother. My grievance with her is that she is never happy. Drives me nuts. Complains when you visit her, complains when you don't. Which is easier? You decide.
4) My brother. We are convinced that he was created as the result of my mother being abducted by aliens. I'm sure you've met the type - magnanimous, arrogant, condescending, etc. And that's on a GOOD day.
5) My nephew. Spawn of the brother. My grievance against him is that he is just like his father, only add a good dose of recalcitrance.
6) The puppies. Finish housebreaking already.
7) George Dubaya. Enough said.
8) Bill Gates. Responsible for more whining this year than anyone else from people who actually are attempting to use his operating system.
9) Cindy Sheehan. I'm sorry your son is dead, lady. Now stop trying to speak for everyone who happens to be against the war. You're an embarrassment.
10) My father. Stop sending me every bad picture, hoax, spam, disgusting joke, and bad HTML code ever known to humankind.
11) Mark. Stop wearing the damn anglican collar! It looks ridiculous, especially in an "all Wiccan" group. It's silly and pretentious and has become a joke. Shall the priestesses start wearing nuns habits now? Complete with Flying Nun hat? That's about as silly.
There. Ranting is done. Until next Festivus, blessings and happy foo abound.