Silver linings: closed the sale of our old house, last Friday--to a frien'd son and his soon-to-be-wife, no less. Now we know why it took so long to sell: apparently, it "already had their name on it", in terms of "things happening the way they were supposed to happen". I also got to celebrate one, last, non-over-the-hill birthday, this weekend.
Cloud: so, of course, on the way out of town, for all this, some bozo runs a red light, and renders my car undriveable--as if I needed a new distraction to replace the monumental one I was finally signing away.
Fortunately, nobody was hurt; we could take SWMBO's car on the trip, instead; there are such things as insurance and body shops; the damage, while significant, isn't likely to be considered enough to make the car a total loss; I have friends going through far worse, right now; and, halfway between the second and third doses (after forgetting them over the weekend), the drugs (that keep me from being perpetually distracted and unable to mainain an interest in much of anything) are beginning to take hold, again.
Still, it *bites*; so, being the Evil, Curmudgeonly Bastard that I am, I hereby institute, in lieu of {{{hugs}}}, a *Commiserative Grumblefest(TM)*!
Post your most creative (and, hopefully, humorous) grumbles used in moments of annoyance and frustration! Entertain me, you, your friends, small furry creatures and minor household appliances! Best reply wins (*drumroll*) *absolutely nothing* (*cymbal clash*)!
Now, get posting: Evil, Curmudgeonly Bastards everywhere are counting on *YOU*!
<EdBartles>Thank you for your support!</EdBartles>
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