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Stupid bugs. They think they’re so much better than us. Always lording their six legs and their wings and their thoraxes over us.
What gives them the right to crawl on my dirt, and fly through my air? Nothing, that’s what.
They’re so arrogant; they act like they own the planet or something. Like as if just because they outnumber us humans 42 billion to one, they think deserve some kind of respect. Not hardly.
I think it’s safe to say that I’m not the only one that was relieved—no, overjoyed to look out my window in recent days and see gray skies and drizzle.
When the thermometer drops into the fifties, I can barely contain my enthusiasm as I head to the closet to pull out that hallmark of any self-respecting northwesterner’s wardrobe: the polar fleece.
The best part about polar fleece…
When the stock market fell thirty percent, it was rough, but I knew I could handle it since I’m young and have my whole life ahead of me. When Washington Mutual went under and had its bones picked clean by a hoity toity New York bank, I knew I would miss their low fees and laid-back attitude, but life goes on.
But when I learned last week that Mother’s Cookies has gone under, that’s when I knew that the economic meltdown had gone too far.