Why do people think they can call up a place of business and start yelling? Who gets paid enough to put up with that?

Why don’t they make TV shows like they used to? Ever since Mad About You was *almost* over, there’s very little I can get into. I mean, The Office is pretty good, so I guess there’s that.

Why is my mail person scared of the Yorkie-ish dog who lives with me? Someday when I’m home, I’m going to introduce her to the mail person just because I want to see the mail person’s face when she/he meets this little, furry thing that was sold to me as a Yorkie but quite possibly may not be.

Why do vacations ever have to end? Why can’t life be a vacation and we can take two weeks a year to go to work?

Why can’t there be wine vending machines in my state? Except I want mine on the street corners, right by every bus stop.

Why can’t The Bloggess live next door to me? Or even on the opposite corner would be okay. I just think evenings on my porch with wine would be much more fun with The Bloggess involved.

Why don’t I have a picture of my dog online so I can show you all how totally not scary she is? Or, better yet, why don’t I know where the cord for my camera is so I could just take one for you all right now?

Instead, let me leave you with Murray, the horrible mouse chaser from Mad About You.