I think they call it "doing runs", all I know is that it gives me the runs!
All I know is that it sounds like they can't hold a note properly, I hate it. That and every year, I am forced to watch American Idol, and every year there is one doing runs and one screeching, like a screech owl, I can't listen to that!
but, but, ...they're short.
A pet peeve: eyesight that can't see the little grains of salt from the shaker and I have to find glasses in order to see how much I'm adding. Or that can't read the directions on anything without a pair of glasses. Rats.
A pet peeve: Or that can't read the directions on anything without a pair of glasses.
Can now see for miles and drive without glasses Yippeeeee but I hate having to wear glasses to dice foods, eat, read a recipe, paint my nails EAT ARGGGGH it's a game we now play on and off with the glasses
What next lord?
kades
Folks, men mostly, that acquire certain breeds of dogs in order to look cool, or as an enhancement to a certain body part because they feel inadequate. Then when something bad happens, its "Don't blame the breed, blame the deed!". Duh, if you don't have the breed, there won't be a deed.
Yup bud, you come explain to that little girl why her cat was torn to pieces defending her kittens instead of fleeing to save her own life. Why the dog was being looked after by your elderly mother that had absolutely no chance of controlling the dog, even if it was on a leash!
I'm done now.
I remember once, when I lived in Daytona Beach (home of two of the most huge biker rallies), seeing a little, cute dog that this big, burley biker was carrying around. Had its own protected space on the back of his Harley. Now, so many upscale, mid-life crisis professional are getting into the biker culture, but this wasn't him. He was of the old biker culture. But when I stopped to talk to him about his doggie, he just melted. Took her wherever he goes. She was a peke, and had obviously just been groomed (short haircut, clear skin (hard to acquire in Florida), clear eyed, and happy. Didn't recognize her as a peke, because I'd never seen one with short hair. Mom and I sat and adored her, and her scruffy owner, who obviously adored her.
Oh, I think our true friend animals (not the ones we toss in the yard to live, or buy for our kids who lose interest in 2 days) recognize when we are under weather.
When my kids were small I refused to have a dog in the house. I knew the kids wouldn't take care of it and I worked. I couldn't afford paying the vet or other expenses other than food. So no dog. They hated me for it, but I wasn't in a popularity contest.