First, people who tie their dog outside before the sun is warm. Honestly, I have an alarm clock; I don’t need poochie-poo bellowing at six in the morning. I’ve called animal control on the guy across the street for leaving his dog outside at midnight, howling away. The dog, not the man. (Not enough coffee.)
Also, my daughter’s middle school counselors and teachers being concerned with how many friends she has. She’s like her dad and I were at twelve; not social butterflies. Our daughter has a few friends at school. One is her best friend since kindergarten. We told her (and the teachers) that it’s not how many friends she has, but how good a friend she is to the ones she has. I sound like an American Girl character, but I don’t care. It’s true. Makes me wonder how many genuine friends the teachers have.
Speaking of our kid, let’s talk about the condition of her room. Clothes–both clean and dirty–on the floor, in the toy box, on the bed. You know what else is on the bed? Goose eggs. Three of them. Yes, you read that right. We’re letting her incubate three abandoned eggs in her bed. She won’t believe they’re duds, so she has to learn the hard way.
That’s all for now.