A few days ago I wrote a post about "People I want to punch in the throat." I enjoyed venting so much, that I think I may need to make it a regular thing. Because someone has a whole blog with the title, I'll change mine to "People I want to punch in the face" so I don't get in trouble with another blogger. Let's call it blogging etiquette.
#1: My damn cat. Okay, so I realize that my cat does not qualify as a "person", but I want to hurl the six pound fur ball out the window anyways. I'm kidding, please don't go contacting PETA. If you recall that cat is very, very lucky to be alive. But this stinky little rodent is driving me to drink. (Like I need an excuse.) What happened this time? The cat knocked over the remains of Cup-O-Soup on my laptop. Please don't ask me why I was eating Cup-O-Soup, just call me sodium deprived. The freaking cat ruined my computer. Fried the keyboard. To top it off he puked all over my bedspread last night while I was sleeping. I didn't know my blanket was covered in vomit until I woke up this morning. Gross. Gross. Gross.
#2: Myself. Everyone of these stupid animals was my idea. Now I have a house full of dirty animals that will never die.
#3: The pretentious bartender we had had at ZZA's on Friday night. The dude knew all about his wine, and rambled off all kinds of crap about "fullness, notes, and tannins" but when I asked him to take a picture of our little group of friends, he refused and walked away in a huff. Really? Maybe if he took himself a little less seriously and didn't waste his time trying to impress a group of people who just wanted to enjoy some drinks with his amazing wine knowledge he would be able to provide some customer service.
I could go on. And on. But I have a life to get to, believe it or not. There will be more another day. Promise.