Oy, it’s so humid I could spread the lack of breeze on a bagel … the barometric pressure is making my hip feel like it’s doing the mambo to techno … the grass in my neighbor’s yard is so high the dog got lost in it this morning … I thing the buffalo wings I ate for lunch scalded the lining off my intestines … I want to go to the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince but I’m afraid some goth kid will thrown popcorn at me if I fall asleep ….
Ahem. Yes, it’s ALWAYS kvetch season ’round here, and I’m the team captain.