Stupid Machine

Sometimes I think this $#&@ machine hates me. It never does what I want it to do. It mocks me by doing only what I tell it to do. How many times do I have to enter a password to verify who I am. It knows darn well who I am. I tell it to remember me over and over but alas to no avail. On top of everything else it expects me to remember passwords, user names etc. It has got to be kidding.

Ok, calm down. Take a deep breath. Breath slowly. Remember your blood pressure.

Now isn't life much, much better? See the silver lining on the clouds?

NO!!! I still hate this thing and I am going to enjoy every minute of this rant. So there!

Why-zit?

Why-zit women can remember a trivial event that happen seventeen years ago but seem to forget what Wal-Mart has in their store even though they (the Ladies) have been in it everyday for the past week? I believe there must be some unwritten rule that if a women walks out of Wal-Mart and they must reenter for some reason, shopping must start all over. (You never can tell the store just might have snuck in hundreds of new items onto the shelves the 30 seconds you were out.)

By the way no matter how firmly you believe this, DO NOT say this out loud, if you don't want your entire shopping history presented to all present. Didn't know I been in that many stores in my entire life.