Complaining

Do you ever feel like complaining when technically you have no right to complain? I’m sitting here with all my limbs in working order in my sturdy house with its newly painted living room in my historic town with its good public schools while the sun is shining on a fine autumn day and I feel whiny and fat and irritable.

At 4:00 p.m., my fabulous husband took our healthy twin boys to an honest-to-God Boeing flight simulator where a friend of ours teaches pilots how to fly airplanes. But my house is still filled with the bickering of small boys because the neighbor boys are here and they are poor sports and big whiners. Kind of like me.

There is really only one cure for this attitude problem of mine. I must go straighten up the living room, tidy up the kitchen, pick up all these toys in the family room, fold a load of laundry, change the kitty litter and snort some cocaine.

Okay, only kidding about that last part.

Methamphetamines are really the way to go.

Okay, joking again. I’d better get busy so when my husband returns, he’ll think I’m a better housekeeper than I really am.

9 thoughts on “Complaining

  1. Okay, joking again. I’d better get busy so when my husband returns, he’ll think I’m a better housekeeper than I really am.

    Hey…maybe you could give HIM the methemphetamines….then he WILL think you’re a great housekeeper!

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  2. Okay, joking again. I’d better get busy so when my husband returns, he’ll think I’m a better housekeeper than I really am.

    Hey…maybe you could give HIM the methemphetamines….then he WILL think you’re a great housekeeper!

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  3. Melodee – If you’re able to hide that you’re a poor housekeeper, then you’re actually better than you brag. Truly poor housekeepers are well known – as I am – for keeping the house a mess. In my house we all giggle when there’s finally enuf dust to write/draw in. Yeehaw!! Ahh, the perks of slovenly living.
    –Kim, in Woodinville

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  4. Melodee – If you’re able to hide that you’re a poor housekeeper, then you’re actually better than you brag. Truly poor housekeepers are well known – as I am – for keeping the house a mess. In my house we all giggle when there’s finally enuf dust to write/draw in. Yeehaw!! Ahh, the perks of slovenly living.
    –Kim, in Woodinville

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  5. I am sitting here 29 years old and I am a single mom not by choice. My boy friend is in jail. To him every thing is a piece of cake, Well raising a baby by your self he thinks is, smooth sailing. Ahh what a looser. And then to make things really great he asks me to marry him from jail, like can youe even believe that. What am I suppose to say ….. I would love to say what I really feel but I only know that this will end up in problems for me soo Off to the bathroom I go to have a chat with mr pipe.

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