Just shoot me now!

[Elaine]

Can I please complain?:willy_nilly:

All I wanted to do was the paint the trim around the baseboards and doors up in the FROG. That's all. And I didn't ask anyone to help me. I didn't tell them that they could not come up and keep my company. But I did expect the reasonably intelligent people in this house to be able to fend for themselves for a few hours.

Why is this not possible?

And why do I have to spell out that there is food in the refridegerator that can actually be heated up in this new fangled contraption called a "microwave."

Why, hello, let me introduce you to the kitchen that you have moved about freely in for the past two years. ARGH!!!:svengo:


Why can't I do one thing without the rest of the house going completely bonkers.

Because I was so irked with my husband, I ate all of the jelly beans and had to go back to Walgreens for more and promptly got into it with a lady who tried to cut in line. GAH!!!

[j.griff]

I've SO BTDT. Have some rum now, and call it a night. :D:cheers2:

[Pencil Pusher]

Ooooh...isn't it crazy that adult human beings try to cut in line? For some reason, people only do this to me when I'm 9mos pregnant. But every. single. time.--by the time I was pg w/ #3, I was considering only standing in line w a baseball bat & a sign delineating my personal space: BACK OFF!

I know what you mean about other people in the house, too. I know there are times when I tell dh I have no idea what's for dinner, the fridge & freezer are both stocked--can you please deal w it?

Sure, he says. And then proceeds to ask what he should fix. I can't tell you how many times I've told him--I don't know. I don't care. I don't even mind cooking it, I just. can't. think. about. it!

But the jelly beans. Man. You didn't even save me any? I guess that's ok. I don't really like jelly beans.:D

[DIY-DY]

Can I please complain?:willy_nilly:

All I wanted to do was the paint the trim around the baseboards and doors up in the FROG. That's all.

That would be why, now, two years later, there is still plenty of unpainted trim in this house. Every. Time. I. Start... there they go. It's amazing. Truly an incredible psychological phenomena, if you ask me. Sadly, the only people who know about it aren't the ones in labs and research facilities in hallowed halls of science... they're the ones in the hallway, slumped beside the half-painted baseboard or window trim, whimpering and muttering incoherently.

[Karen sn]

Linecutters suck.