I know, most of you are thinking "She's forgotten about us. Her life is sooo great now she doesn't need an outlet to vent her frustrations with the mental midgets of society and home." Friend, that simply isn't so. I've just been busy. I've had so much crap to do that I haven't had time to write about all the daily stupidity that flavors my life. Things like watching Inglorious Basterds with my s/o and having him say, "That isn't how Hitler died. He died of natural causes. I don't understand this movie." Really? No, really? Did you really just say that? It's a freaking Jewish revenge film, not a G-D biography. We aren't watching A&E... we rented this. The little gems that make my everyday life sparkle are amusing, I know, but lately I haven't been in the mood to share them. This has resulted in yelling until the veins pop out on my forehead, family avoidance and whispering... "Your Mom is having PMS please don't make her mad." I need to vent. Writing is my vent system. It's the HVAC of my mind.
Look for more, mostly amusing and sometimes sidesplitting posts soon.