I was sitting around doing some thinking lately and the longer I sat the madder I got. You probably have your own things to be mad about but here's what is bothering me:
I'm mad that my doctor charges me $220 for an office visit. And then all they want to do is send me for more and more tests. Yes, I have diabetes and high cholesterol, but quit trying to find something else wrong with me.
I'm mad that every time President Obama wants to take a vacation every Republican, dead or alive rants that he doesn't have the right to do so. It hasn't been that long ago that President Bush spent the entire month of August at his ranch in Texas. I don't remember him receiving that much criticism.
I'm mad at myself that I can't seem to stick with my eating plan. This new Walmart and its bakery has sure thrown a monkey wrench into my weight loss. Plus, the gym I joined a few months ago went out of business because of the economy.
I'm mad that every agent that I've sent my book proposal to has sent it back saying, "It's just not for me." Okay, people, if it's not for you, who is it right for? Where are the readers of Erma Bombeck and Lewis Grizzard? Doesn't anyone want to laugh anymore? I love to read a lot of different genres but how many vampires does the literary world need? Okay, maybe Lestat, what about it Ann? Any new stories forthcoming?
I'm mad at my new furniture. They sure look purty but it's more comfortable sitting on the floor. I miss my recliners!
I'm mad that I can't seem to outgrow my montly outbreak of acne. Change, already, will ya? It was so bad this month that I looked like I had the chicken pox. Careful! I don't want to get confused with one of those Duggar kids.
Well, these are a few of the things that I'm mad about. What about you? Feel free to vent in the comments section.