Correct me if I'm mistaken, but didn't we just last night finally get rid of that old one that was still hanging around?
Ah, well. I guess it's better than the alternative.
Me, whines: the cold that won't go away, itching in the nether regions (yeah, yeah, like you don't come to the whine for the TMI factor), a daughter who's heading into the home stretch of her third year, and a dog that barks at 5:20 whether or not the spousal alarm is set for that hour.
Me, antiwhines: a new computer! a new computer! a new computer! a new computer! a new computer! (Yes, that was five antiwhines off of one object. I really like this machine.) And tomorrow the spouse and child return to their respective schools while I am still sorta-kinda on vacation. Yeah, baby.
You? Your turn.
Whine away, pixies! The comment fields are yours.