My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
As most of you have already surmised from reading my posts throughout the years, I tend to be an impatience person.
Um….let me add the word VERY.
And no matter how much I do things, such as, meditate, chant, or practice yoga to become more a balanced and harmonious human being, I still end up being impatient.
Now mind you, these things DO allow me to feel more balanced and harmonious, it’s just that I feel more balanced and harmoniously impatient.
The only time I’m not impatient is when it comes to my interactions with children, animals, and the elderly.
Other than that….I’m pretty impatience.
Such as I was on Saturday night, while trying to open a bag of caramel popcorn.
Okay, is it just me, or do you find certain plastic bags a royal BITCH to open?
I mean I know it’s only plastic, but whenever I attempt to open the tops, it feels as though I’m trying to pry open the jaws of an alligator that have been sealed shut with cement glue, so that the only way I can open them is by using a jackhammer and then a hand grenade.
Anyway….
After wrestling with a bag of caramel popcorn for what seemed to be THREE hours, I finally got so mad I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife out of the utensil drawer, and began STABBING it like Norman Bates stabbed Janet Leigh in the shower scene in the movie Psycho.
Shhreek!…Shhreeek!…Shhreeeek!…Shhreeeeek!
There was caramel popcorn flying all over the kitchen, but I didn’t care because I was bound and determined to GET THAT FUCKIN’ BAG OPEN!
And I did.
However, I had to eat the popcorn by chewing it off the walls and floor.
But hey, I got it open……
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