How To Annoy Me

Brake, swerve, brake, swerve, brake, swerve............the only thing worse than avoiding taxis when I am driving is actually having to ride in one.

When The Ex phones, tell him everything I have done (yes, I did put the recycling out), everything I have bought, everywhere I have been.  It's like having a short spy amidst the ranks of my serene family.  Don't make me remind you that I'm the one who selects your clothes!  again....