Today is Tuesday, right?
So I'm tired of bitching about our kitchen. If you're facebook friends with me, you know I've been blowing it up with my frustrations. And since I'm tired of my kitchen, I thought I'd bitch about the other things I'm tired of (in no particular order):
1. The Olympics. Or more specifically, the networks bringing them to us. Holy balls. Pick a damn sport and show it until at least that set/match/game is over. I was watching some channel this morning and they switched sports so many times, it made me assume the producer was bipolar. I typically enjoy watching several different sports, but shit. I can't do it this year. The programming is too psychotic.
2. The Chick-fil-A debate. I'm not going to state my personal opinion about it here or anywhere. But holy shit. Don't take to facebook, blasting one side or the other, assuming your friends will magically say, "You know what? After reading this post, I realize he/she is so right. I'm going to change my opinion." And then get all pissy about it when you don't have 100% agreement. On facebook. Seriously?
3. The presidential race. To me, politics and religion are personal. Through my very republican husband, my mostly democratic voting history has been revealed to numerous people. I do not talk about it myself, not because I'm ashamed of it, but because I don't feel there's a need. Bob, along with these numerous people, like to pick on me for the choices I've made. Some of those people (not Bob... he knows better), have tried to get me riled up about this year's race. They try to start a debate and make me get all political. But when I don't participate, they interpret my silence as ignorance or assume I've converted to their way of thinking. I have my thoughts and reasons for those thoughts. Just like the chick-fil-a debate, me speaking my mind isn't going to change yours. Or vice-versa. And I don't typically enter an argument that I'm not guaranteed to win. I'm smrt like that.
4. The Harris Teeter in my neighborhood. Charlotte is overrun with Harris Teeter grocery stores. And when I say overrun, I mean there are 6 in our 10 square mile radius. "Mine" sucks compared to other ones in general vicinity. Although mine is under construction, I don't think we'll ever get all the cool stuff the other ones have. I don't like this.
5. My kitchen. I know, I know. I said I was done. But surprise. I'm not. Robert, my oh so fabulous mold guy, is coming back today. To cut out a portion of the cabinets to a) see how horrific the mold is and b) try to find the mysterious leak.
I may be done bitching now. But I may not. We'll see. Once Robert leaves, I'll probably be all fired up again. Aren't you looking forward to that?
