I should stop writing altogether and just photograph vintage ashtrays. I can hear you thinking that would be a much better idea than me complaining each week about the long list of annoying events that exist in my personal space.
I might even agree with you. I may be turning into a kinder, gentler, more compassionate person. But God I'd be SO boring if I turned into everyone else, wouldn't I? Admit it, you come here on Fridays to see who I currently dislike and if you're on the list.
Here. Go crazy. I should have a contest to see who can guess how many items are in this ashtray but that would mean I'd actually have to go count them.
Quote of the week from my mother:
"You know what eez wrrrrong wis yourrrr back seat in zees carrrr? Eet doesn't line up with zee doorrrr."
I had no idea what she meant so without saying a word I looked over at my sister who said, "I don't know either."
Meanest quote of the week from my sister:
"Sugar tells your body to store fat."
End of chat.
