My niece’s whatever he was, boyfriend, hot dude, whatever, got out of jail yesterday, supposedly he’s under “house arrest” according to MIL (?). Well, whatever, he managed to call my niece 3 times before dinner to tell her he’s going to kill her. Nice guy. I’m hoping she lives long enough to learn from this experience. If a guy lives in a crappy neighborhood, dresses like a gangbanger, and talks like a gangbanger – hm, chances are he IS a gangbanger.
If my dogs go into a barking frenzy one more time today, just ONE MORE TIME, they’re all going OUT for the entire afternoon. I’m not kidding.
I rue the fact that I’m allergic to cats. (See above.)
I hate doctors who mumble, talk fast, and practically in a whisper so there’s no way in hell I’m going to understand what they’re saying. I also hate doctors who have no idea what they’re going to say next. The…. patient…. has a history of…. (pages shuffle)… Um…. Um… (Come on jackass – the chart is right in front of you!) Um… Hemorrhoids. Wow. I waited over a minute for THAT?!? Only to get down to the diagnosis part and have them list 15 things. Go figure. Some of these guys I wouldn’t trust with a hangnail!
I want a big thunderstorm. Big! Crashing thunder! Bright lightning! Wind! Hail! Maybe even a tornado warning just for good measure. I’m bored silly with the weather.
Just for giggles – I would like a husband who can understand the dishwasher. Nothing fancy, just that when the dishes in it are dirty or it’s empty, you can put more dishes in it. Or, here’s a thought, if the dishwasher is FULL of dirty dishes, you just add soap and hit the start button! Presto! It’s amazing what kind of technology there is around the house nowdays.