tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994713684692191260.post3889233955761434923..comments2023-09-28T00:23:11.115-07:00Comments on this wild & precious life: And this anger is after and HOUR AND A HALF OF YOGA.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994713684692191260.post-77722521485956235472008-06-20T09:35:00.000-07:002008-06-20T09:35:00.000-07:00it's the coupons that piss me off. just thinking a...it's the coupons that piss me off. just thinking about the amount of time wasted clipping the stupid little things. As they stand in the checkout line going through their tacky little coupon clutch muttering <I>"I just know I have a coupon for that".</I> All to save 25 cents on a jumbo box of hostess twinkie lites. <BR/><BR/>I'm certain that if the engineers at Exon could harness the collective energy output by coupon clippers and check writers we could lessen our dependency on fossil fuel in a year.<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry for the long-winded rant. Kristin..you know how I am about such things.Miss Atomichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14781677023487895321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994713684692191260.post-57038454785946494552008-06-19T14:08:00.000-07:002008-06-19T14:08:00.000-07:00I wonder sometimes if folks do things like that ju...I wonder sometimes if folks do things like that just to get attention. They are looking for a fight, waiting for someone to say something so they can go off. <BR/>Happened to me once. This lady tried to inch her shopping cart in front of mine, like I wasn't going to notice. I asked her if she was trying to get in front of me, and she turned into screaming banshee on crack. I left my basket and went home. <BR/>I just imagine that the person doing the annoying thing is my Grandma, who has Parkinson's, and I can forgive them so much easier. Helps with bad drivers too. <BR/><BR/>And, yeah, what on earth are 'checks'?painterjoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05548428219827991612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994713684692191260.post-80938647512997728192008-06-19T13:20:00.000-07:002008-06-19T13:20:00.000-07:00Okay FINE. Sometimes I HAVE to write a check okay...Okay FINE. Sometimes I HAVE to write a check okay?!? Because the baby is sucking out my brains and I get up to the register and realize my debit card is at home!! AHH!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994713684692191260.post-83375227175664281702008-06-18T17:04:00.000-07:002008-06-18T17:04:00.000-07:00Are YOU one of the WHOREBAG check writers!??! You...Are YOU one of the WHOREBAG check writers!??! You MUST be. No amount of yoga could soothe this anger.Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10310177625740529329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994713684692191260.post-48981229326370986212008-06-18T16:54:00.000-07:002008-06-18T16:54:00.000-07:00Next time try two hours.Next time try two hours.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994713684692191260.post-39886949100014993652008-06-18T14:50:00.000-07:002008-06-18T14:50:00.000-07:00Ha! I love this! Collin and I react the SAME way...Ha! I love this! Collin and I react the SAME way to check writers! Ugh. So frustrating.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14101422736251876494noreply@blogger.com