Mismatch

So after washing every article of clothing I own this weekend, I thought I would be able to pair up all my little orphan socks. After 20 odd minutes of sorting, folding, and headscratching I gave up and decided to go with the flow.

I'm not going to throw out a perfectly good orphan sock just to fit in....hmpppffh. Who wants to wear perfectly matched socks all the time anyway. Blah...boring I say. Auf Wiedersehen stuffy ol' convention.

Although my liberation from the conventions of proper attire some relief, I find myself irritated by something a bit more absurd...our government. With all the strife in Lebanon our government is, of course, jumping to the aide of US citizens in Lebanon.

Yipee!!! Wow...that's great...right? Sure it is, except for the nasty little fine print where they make each person sign an open ended promissory note BEFORE they will help them leave the country. Hmmmm....sounds a little highway robberish to me. I mean fine, charge them for the service as they got themselves stuck there in the first place, but have some class. Get them out, before you hash out the details.

When a French official was asked if France was holding their citizens up for compensation, I think the answer went something like this after the sniggering subsided;

"Of course not, and besides I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries."


As if the French didn't already have plenty of ammunition, ughhh.

Quote of the week "Yeeehaw is not a foreign policy"