Well, truthfully, she didn’t say that…she said something though and that’s what I can manage to remember. This morning has been heck in a handbasket since I woke up at (gasp! Horrors!) 5:30 am.
It started out great, with dog wrestling and cat leaping and only a small bite on my nether regions……but it has gone downhill since then.
Yea, I got out of bed.
Then, George (who is still living) told me (YES, he DID! He TOLD me!) to balance the checkbook.
Now, I always balance the checkbook. I have been balancing the stupid thing for over 30 years for him.
SO WHY???? Why would the idiot man TELL me to do it?
Can you tell I don’t like being TOLD what to do?
I actually HATE being told what to do.
It’s like getting a subpoena. Yea, I don’t like that either. I will gladly and willing go to court for someone,…I will even get there early and make sure that you (or whoever) knows I am actually there for them or you…..I just HATE being told (usually by a cop moonlighting as a process server) that I HAVE to do something.
I will evade them for weeks if I know there’s a subpoena floating around town with my name on it. I’ve never gone this far, as I actually do try to uphold the law…but when being hunted down by one, I have to admit I have bad thoughts.
Not “killing them” bad thoughts….more like them sinking into a twelve foot deep hole without a ladder
..or running out of gas in a wildlife sanctuary…
So, now that we all understand how much I hate being told what to do, can someone remind me what in tarnation I was supposed to be writing about?