We are the most blessed country in all of the world. All of my friends have almost everything they could ever want, and some things they didn't even know they wanted. All of my friends have jobs, insurance, healthy kids, and more house than they need.
What makes me sick? The complaining. the incessant, non-stop complaining. I just want to scream SHUT THE HELL UP.
"Gas is so expensive." Well, sell the damn Hummer.
"I have to go back the nail salon and it's only been two weeks." Well, let me shove bamboo shoots under your nails so you won't have to go.
"I have to mow the grass today." You have a yard? Good for you!
It goes on and on and on. We are a spoil rotten people, and I am sick, sick, sick to death of it. Shut the hell up, sheeple!
Don't miss the rainbows looking for dog crap!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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Amen sister! Oh, but I still have to color my hair! Ha.
Keep them coming! I love the Carmenisms.
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