Flossing, not flossing? What’s the big deal?
A lot of things seemed like good ideas at the time–like bloodletting; burning witches at the stake.
Then again, food particles between the teeth, is high on my yuckiness list.
I used to be well-respected–worked with the other compatible failures, in a cubicle, down at the office.
Now, it’s just me and the misses. Living in a cottage by the shores of Lake Whoosy-What’s it–where everyday is a party if you want it to be. I’m getting more cantankerous by the day.
Sometimes I think that woman’s trying to kill me. Not that I’d blame her. I haven’t always been easy to get along with.
It hasn’t been all fairy tales and rainbows. I’m not going to blow sunshine up your butt. Living in such a state of homeostasis has its drawbacks.
Scuffling with itsy-bitsy spiders.
Waiting for the mail to come every day at three.
Listening to people who don’t want to listen to me.