MamaKat asked us to write about our latest complaint for Writers Workshop this week. As a natural complainer/hypochondriac, I need to ask her for clarification of the word “latest.”
Is it latest, as in this very moment? If so, then my latest complaint is that I was up with a toothache since 2am. Despite the fact that I hate the dreaded “D”, and don’t go to him until there is a problem, I have never had a toothache. Ever. So the fact that one actually woke me up & needed 3 motrin to go away sent me into a big ball of worrying and whining (except that no one was listening to me whine ’cause the whole house was asleep!). I have an appointment tomorrow, which mean I won’t be able to manage getting anything done from now ’til then because I’ll be too darn worried. I always get off with a filling, but I am certain this time it’s gonna be a lot worse than that.
Or is it latest, as in the last few days? If so, then my latest complaint is about solar heating. If it’s the right thing to do for the environment, and your wallet, then why does it cost $60,000 to install it? DaddyMac is actually going to spend time sitting down with three different companies to hear more about installing a unit at our house because, down the road, they say you’ll actually make money.
Or is it latest, as in the last week? If so, then my latest complaint is about GAP jeans. I finally found a pair that fit me well. A universal pair, so to speak. I can wear them with a fleece sweatshirt to the park, or with cute boots and a sexy top for dinner with DaddyMac. I love them. So, it was only natural that when I saw a pair of them for sale online in the exact style and size I have, I snatched them right up. But, they didn’t fit. I couldn’t even pull them over my hips! Did you know that GAP jeans are handcut, so you may be a size 4 today, and a 14 tomorrow. Depends on how well the person who cut them can count. Talk about mind games…
I really do try to be a positive person. I don’t like complaining because, well, it gets old. But complaining must just my nature because no matter how hard I try to not to allow myself to “go there,” it always creeps back in and yells BOO in my face!
