Soiled Doves
I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.
Meryl Streep

The only thing worse than a Monday is when it happens on a Tuesday.

Biggest dog in the house and she’s scared of the clothes dryer.

macandcharliedie:

Charlie knows what’s up.

Yeah, Frank.

macandcharliedie:

Charlie knows what’s up.

Yeah, Frank.
Me, presently, with a cuppa.

Me, presently, with a cuppa.

Buster Keaton’s “The Saphead” (1920)

Oh yeah. I’m gonna be a doosh.

Oh yeah. I’m gonna be a doosh.

Fall allergies are the worst. 

I can’t breeve.
I need breffast.

Fall allergies are the worst.

I can’t breeve.
I need breffast.

This dog.

This dog.

Laundry all day. Started up some football and a storm rolled through. No football. Screw laundry. Look! A selfie. Imagine that.

Laundry all day. Started up some football and a storm rolled through. No football. Screw laundry. Look! A selfie. Imagine that.

A four-letter-word pulls into my lane and I have to slam on the brakes to avoid an accident.

Me: I’m sorry you have a Mom who shoots birds.

Son, 14: At my age that’s a plus.