Thank y’all for the mouse feedback!
It appears that this bitch may have stumbled upon an existing mouse debate. Humane traps…mouse-based responses to humane traps…karma being what karma is…and the fact that this bitch isn’t going to be placing poison in my house because I already have trouble remembering where I put my motherfucking keys much less where I put the motherfucking toxin (wink)…is it any wonder my head spineth?
The cat option was voted down by Theo the BayMaster and Betsey the Original sorta-beagle, both of whom are…well, there’s no other way to put it…the sorta-beagles are anti-feline. Feline sensitivity training is a work in progress, but a bitch doesn’t even want to consider the civil war that will break out if I bring a cat into my dawg dominated lair!
This bitch has decided to inspect our old as hell house for points of unauthorized rodent entry and take it from there.
Lawd, give me strength!
Moving forward whilst casting glances at corners in search of mice-based visitors…
As a practitioner of bitchitude this bitch is full of opinions.
Some people golf…I bitch.
Listening is my most important tool since most of my opinions bounce off of other folk’s opinions or theories.
But the sad fact is that a lot of people do not listen…they just wait for others to finish talking. That fact rarely causes problems when the subject is whether or not Lindsey Lohan will be sharing a jail cell with Paris Hilton. But when we get down to the bitness of discussing the important social topics that the media is too busy discussing Lohan’s Lost Weekend to touch upon...cough...those listening impairment problems become one hell of a stumbling block on the road to understanding shit.
My father worked in corporate America for years and was a master observer. After a week spent slinging bullshit through meeting after boring assed meeting my father liked to play the listening game on Saturdays.
ABB’s father to the doughnut shop counter person… “Hi! How are you doing today?” He always sounded beyond cheerful and had a huge grin on his face.
Doughnut ship counter person to ABB’s father without looking up from the task of filling someone else’s order… “I’m great, sir! And how are you?”
“I’m just horrible! Thanks for asking!”…was my father’s response in that same cheerful voice.
“Glad to hear it. And what can I get for…excuse me?”
Ah, the joy of getting cinnamon doughnuts while making someone’s brain hurt on a Saturday morning.
Responses are expected to be predictable and folks don’t want to have to listen anymore.
Which may explain why no one understands a damned thing anymore.
People not understanding shit was bad enough if you were stuck waiting behind my father and this bitch at the doughnut shop on a Saturday…stuck watching the painfully deliberate processing of unexpected language in what was supposed to be a predictable exchange followed by a 'I don’t get it' smile on the face of the counter person who by then had completely forgotten the order he was filling.
Wince followed by wicked grin.
But things are much more complicated and there is a hell of a lot more on the line when folks encounter listening impairments with our government or some such gathering of people who don't listen and yet control a lot of important shit.
Logs off and mentally examines the odds of making it home without stopping for doughnut-based joy on the way...