My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus

Actually I’m overfed (usually), underworked, overpaid, haven’t eaten in 20 hours and that’s making the 24oz black coffee sit kinda funny. And I do have a headache, I’ve no meaningful relationship with Jesus, but my feet I think are ok because I had a shower this morning. Just felt like quoting Jimmy Buffet is all.

So … gripe. Apart from me being an annoying tool, what’s bugging you today?

My nose runs and my feet smell - I’m just all mixed up.

I can’t help about the shape I’m in

I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin

But don’t ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

This rain is making the basement weep.

Literally.

Microsoft word!

I was near tears.

I kept saving the file then when I needed to attach it to an email it wasn’t there.
I finally found it as a temp file or something.

I don’t know but I finally found it and sent it and it’s done.

If I don’t die by Thursday I’ll be roaring Friday night. How bout you?

Has anyone seen my shaker of salt?

Well, I saved the Queen. And the psychiatrist agreed with me when I told him I was God.

When you invite someone over “to grill steaks” on Memorial Day, that means everyone is eating steak, right? To say “oh, we’re having steak, we have all-meat franks for you” is bad form, right?

I have diarrhea (for the 2nd day) and a headache. You are welcomed.

Someone actually did that to you? Wow; just when you think people can’t surprise you with their total lack of couth any longer…

I’ve been working my ass off gardening and walking and stuff and my weight loss is - not happening. Six hours of hard work a day*, and not dropping an ounce? Sheesh. My yard’s coming together nicely, though - it’s finally starting to look like a nice yard, not just a whole bunch of projects in progress. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I’m finished all my projects, though - move?

*Well, not every day. Most days it’s at least a couple of hours, though.

My ass really hurts but I gotta sit on it.

I just learned that there is a new, “progressive” handicapped universal symbolbecause apparently the old symbol was too passive. Now that’s irritating me. I should say, I do like the new symbol; I just wasn’t aware that the old one was so bad.

We’re going to need to update the female bathroom symbol, too - I hardly ever wear dresses. If those are supposed to be my hips, then we really need to change it!

Perhaps she’s simply carrying a rather large wedge of cheese?

My gripe is that… um… actually, life is pretty good. Ddammit! I have nothing to gripe about! This sucks!

Never mind the hips, where the hell did your waist go? :wink:

(love the zooming Ambivalid too)

My gripes - daughter is ill with tonsilitis, which isn’t her fault, but it doesn’t make being woken up every two hours through the night any more fun. Nor does only having 7 hours sleep for the 3rd night in a row.

And I’ve got a painful spot deep in the crease between my nostrils and my cheek and I can’t squeeze it properly growl.

I haven’t had a period in years thanks to my contraceptive pill, yet I appear to be having one this morning. I’m at work and totally not prepare for the stomach cramps, diarrhea and vomiting that has historically come with Aunty Flo. This is going to be an interesting day.

My husband decided that starting to build a deck on the hottest freekin’ day of the year so far was a good idea. Next week, it’s supposed to be cooler, but he had to start now. We’re retired - there’s no time constraint. I’ve been waiting for this deck for the better part of 9 years - there’s no rush…

Sometimes men can be perplexing. :rolleyes:

“I can’t get out of this beanbag!”

My gripe is it’s my Mum’s 70th Birthday tomorrow, and I can’t afford to fly home to be with her.

Doctors appointment this arvo, she’s increased the dosage of my blood pressure medication.

The alternative was to stop smoking and drinking, she was smart enough to realise that wasn’t going to happen.

Otherwise, Life is a hoot. I love it.

Applying for jobs, interviewing, fighting with the state to get them to pay any unemployment benefits. Zero money until my appointment with them at the end of June.

Zero.
I’m on a low-budget…