Thursday, September 21, 2006

Another Slice of Life at the Old Folks Home

"Can you imagine that happening?" said one table mate to another.

I butted in, "What's the matter now?"

"Oh, nothing. (Pause) Why do you say 'now'?  I"m not always complaining."

Well, she is.  But I am the pot, calling the kettle black.  I complain as much as anybody. They put up with my idiosyncrasies, my obsessions. I have no right to complain about complaints.

I was dead wrong. There was nothing to say, so I rolled away. Any answer would have been argumentative. Better retreat now before the verbal blows start.

But I have an outlet. So I came to my journal to vent. Bless you folks, you are here to hear. Next to having a dog to talk to, a journal is "man's best friend". 

Can I get you some more Kibble?

6 comments:

garnett109 said...

arf arf!

reconcilinglife said...

RooooF!!!!!Bam
http://journals.aol.com/reconcilinglife/reconciling-life/

bamawmn46 said...

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' (baying at the moon!)
Jackie

desannie said...

Oh I've seen lots of squabbles like this.  This is why I moved to a different table.    Like you "retreat is the better part of valor".    Annie
http://journals.aol.com/desannie/AnniesMeanderings

msecz said...

what would we ever do without our computers I wonder.... they keep us up to date and sane don't they.... have a good evening, Sandra

hewasolddog299 said...

Make mine Purina...