New! Improved! Bah!

It's ridiculous to be bothered by so small a detail.  Don't tell me.  I know, and I'm grumpy, anyway. 

It destroys the even flow of a long established routine. 

It leaves sharp edges that cut into my nice clean silicone spatula. 

It makes it nearly impossible to get every last drop, rankling my frugal soul. 

It makes it harder to clean up for our towns dainty recyclers. 

It's the darn 'pop top' redesign of

soup concentrate cans.

 

Grr. 

 I don't need improvements that make something so simple take longer! 

Bah! 

Phooey! 

Humbug!

Now, I feel bet...

No, I don't!

RATS

DON'T TELL ME!

I'd like to know what is about me that inspires these confidences.  (OK, maybe I wouldn't really like to know.)  It happened again, and I don't understand it. 

I am unabashedly Christian.  I don't wear a button saying, "Ask me how not to GO TO HELL." or pass out tracts at social functions, but if you are around me very long it becomes obvious that I'm relying on Jesus' sacrifice to get me to heaven.  It also becomes obvious that I ain't makin' it on my own!  So, why has this happened to me at least twice?

A Christian friend has told me with smiles and great satisfaction how they stole something.  How am I supposed to react?  What do they want from me, a pat on the back.  Better not turn your back for that pat, you'll be surprised where it lands!  

The only thing I can think of is that each person thought that they weren't "really" stealing.  One took something from our workplace.  The other from the donated items outside a charity store. 

Why did they tell me?  I'm not qualified to give absolution!  Was I supposed to say, "Oh, you clever thing."  Did they want me to say, "You put that back, and say you are sorry!"  I don't know.   I don't get it.

I get confessing a weakness in warning, to ask for support or as a friendship deepening thing-gummy.   But this, I don't get and it makes me grumpy that I don't get it.  (Or should that be, that I do get it?)

So, do me a favor, wouldja?  If you get stinkin' drunk and think it's a joke; if you act like a jerk to get what you want and think it's smart, please

DON'T TELL ME!

GRRRR!

I AM FRUSRATED!
I am not technically challenged, not even a little bit.... OK, I am, but why won't my regularly used "signature" come up when I comment????

What's Wrong With this Picture!

Too easy to go off on a rant
about this one.  When I first saw it
I was going to post it on my "funny"
blog.  I think it is too serious a
problem for me to make light
of, so here it is. 

Take heed!

AHEM!

Ummm...

Two a.m. in the morning is redundant.  am is morning...

Tough to be Grumpie

when the nights are cool enough for a blanket, the days are warm but not hot, with a lovely breeze blowing snd the skies are blue with fluffy white clouds.  If I work hard enough at it, I can probably comw up with something.  Let's see...    it can wait.

Harrumph!

Young lady, if you would add a few inches to the legs of your shorts, you might not have to dig them out of your butt in a public parking lot!  Gah!