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Cranky Sunday

 


I woke up this morning feeling as though my brain had been wiped clean during the night. Sadly, all that appears to be left intact are things that annoy me. 

I’m going to indulge myself. Think of this as an inconsequential list of things that have been bugging me recently:

  1. Any YouTube Video entitled “You’re Doing it Wrong!”
  2. Facebook Marketplace listings that don’t contain the most basic useful information. 
  3. Food items that mix chocolate and gingerbread. These are two exquisite flavors that should be enjoyed separately. (You are not obligated to agree.)
  4. The local birds who have spurned our fancy new critter-proof bird feeder. Blah.
  5. All the junk in my email inbox.
  6. How Fox45 frames their local coverage.
  7. AI anything. 
  8. The mysterious mechanism which controls the hatchback latch on my car. 8 out of 10 times it won’t budge.
  9. The fabulous new dish soap we discovered at Lidl this summer? Discontinued. 
  10. The fancy new craft glue sticks I bought which are unaccountably formulated with heavy perfume.

Sorry to follow your Thankful Thursday with a Cranky Sunday. But, maybe you, too, have a few inconsequential things that have been bugging you that you’d like to toss in? Maybe we can have a virtual bonfire. 

Suggestions? Let me know.


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