Few things in life drive me crazy. I mean, I'm relatively a calm person. I don't get overly anxious. I don't do drama (unless you count that stint in the eighth grade). I pretty much keep it simple.
This fly, however.
This hovering, buzzing, teasing fly is going to drive me INSANE.
It taunts me as I sit on the couch. It follows me to the kitchen and wreaks havoc while my hands are otherwise occupied. It has even managed to annoy the cats.
This fly, people, has got to go DOWN.
Really? you ask.
Is this all you've got? you wonder.
Well,
I could tell you how I have roamed the house today arguing with emotions while the laundry was folded. Or I could mention the fact that I became one of THOSE people who pump gas in their pajama pants.
But then, that might make you rethink my opening remarks.
Maybe it's not the FLY making me insane.
Maybe it's life at the moment.
Nah.
It's the fly.
Absolutely.
2 comments:
You made me smile. It's the fly. I had one here. I named mine Annoyance. I can only tell you this, once you corner it and the fly swatter does it's job, life gets boring quickly. Unless you pump gas in your pj's. Then anything is possible.
Haha! I love it. Very, very true.
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