Venting

Excuse me while I get on my imaginary soapbox for a sec, in a

(somewhat)

poetic way.

*ahem*

1. WHY ARE BOYS SO HARD TO SHOP FOR?

     Self explanatory.

     I'm pretty sure the men in my life are the pickiest,

most expensive-tasted people

on the planet.

And I haven't the foggiest what to get ANY of them.

On the other hand, this website is pretty much the coolest thing ever.

Not even kidding. Check it out.

I would like some of these things

myself.

Season of giving notwithstanding.

If anyone is interested.

I don't know what this says about my sense of humor

2. WHY PULL OUT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE IN SUCH AN ALL-FIRED HURRY WHEN YOU'RE ONLY GOING TO GO UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT?

I hate when people do this.

hatehatehatehatehatehate it.

I'm an over-the-limit (but safe, mom!) driver.

And I will gladly let people go in front of me, because hey,

life isn't a race and it's the nice thing to do.

But when people cut in front of me, I fully expect them to continue

moving with their foot slammed on the gas the way they

must have to cut in front of me.

Since I truck along pretty good myself,

it takes quite a bit of effort on their part.

So please, have the courtesy to at least

*hit*

the speed limit.

Not unreasonable.

3. WHY CAN I NEVER WAKE UP ON TIME?

     I guess this doesn't count, since it's more of a personal failing.

Usually I struggle with this, but holy cheesus,

for some reason,

6 am just is not happening these days.