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Irritable Me: Dear John
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, October 28, 2011. I’m a little irritated with my mother’s boyfriend. Yes, twenty years after my old man left us, my mother has a boyfriend. And I’m just not very comfortable with the whole situation. I’ve actually never met the man, but apparently his name is John or something. While not particularly original, at least his name shouldn’t be too hard to remember. I don’t want to sound as if I have a problem with my mother dating. Night to take o...
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Irritable Me: Me and My Shadow
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, June 8, 2012. Me and My Shadow. I’m a little irritated with a friend of mine. His name is not important. And even if his name was important, I probably wouldn’t disclose it out of respect for his privacy. Because Chris is a very private person. Chris and I worked together for almost ten years and have been friends ever since we met. He is a great guy and he has become one of my dearest friends. I love him like a brother-in-law. And since I am s...
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Irritable Me: Raw Deal
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, April 27, 2012. I’m a little irritated with the wife again. It’s taken me nearly fourteen years of marriage to figure it out, but I’m starting to think she’s been playing me for the fool that I am. The wife returned the other night from her most recent sojourn, the latest excursion being a cross-country trip to visit her sister in. Now I certainly don’t begrudge the wife her need for a little vacation time. A few weeks ago. That’s the deal.
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Irritable Me: Love Shack
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, October 25, 2013. I’m a little irritated with my mother and her fiancée. Unable to control their lusty desires prior to the wedding date, the dynamic duo shacked up together last week. Yes, my mother and what’s his name. Are now living in sin. The good news is that my mother’s fiancée, a devout Catholic, is divorced and, therefore, already doomed to eternal damnation. Well, so much for that. And while it’s ultimately her. And why am I putting t...
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Irritable Me: Dear Mr. Fantasy
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, March 30, 2012. Dear Mr. Fantasy. I’m a little irritated with a friend of mine. I would never publicly disclose his name, of course. His last name anyway. His first name is. Is a dean at one of the local high schools. I won’t mention the high school by name, lest I find myself blackballed should my kids ever apply for admission. Is not the dean of admissions, but you just never know what sort of influence he might have with a fellow dean. In ad...
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Irritable Me: Another Man's Treasure
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, December 20, 2013. I’m a little irritated with my mother again. And, once again, it’s about her hoarding. I initially thought my mother’s hoarding would be cured, or at least controlled, when her fastidious fiancée shacked up with her a few months back. John would certainly bring some of his own items with him, and this would necessarily require that my mother clear out a little of her trash to make room for his garbage. Making matters worse is...
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Irritable Me: Dinner Reservations
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, June 10, 2011. I’m a little irritated with some friends of mine. Their names are Joe and Kelly Moulton, but I’ll just refer to them as Joe and Kelly to preserve their anonymity. Joe and Kelly recently came over for a small barbecue and turned out to be the best guests the world has ever known. For appetizers, Joe unexpectedly brought over enough handmade sushi rolls to feed a small army. We’ll then proceed to drink everything we brought o...
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Irritable Me: Selling Out
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, August 2, 2013. I’m a little irritated with a friend of mine. Unfortunately, I have been expressly prohibited from disclosing his name and, in fact, threatened with violence if I do. Fortunately, I never bothered to ask him for permission. Also, I don’t really sweat him, and I’m not entirely opposed to mixing it up. Now and again anyway. My friend’s name is Mike. He is my oldest and dearest friend. In any event, one thing is certain. And weR...
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Irritable Me: Checkmate
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, November 30, 2012. I’m a little irritated with the wife again. The wife is leaving for. And I am not. The story could quite easily end there, and I would be more than justified in my irritation. But, of course, it doesn’t. Actually, in many respects the story does end there. It is where the story began and how it unfolded that is so irritating. Back in September, I had just returned from a guys’ trip to. It was a fun time indeed. This is becaus...
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Irritable Me: Refrigerate After Use
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Weekly musings from the irritable wretch that is me. Friday, August 9, 2013. I’m a little irritated with the wife again. It’s about the nagging. The incessant, mind numbing nagging. And, frankly, I’ve had it. I’ve never been much of a name caller, so I’m typically not one to throw around terms like “nagging, little bitch.”. But, let’s face it, the wife is. A name caller, that is. And if she doesn’t stop calling me a nagging, little bitch, we’re going to have big, nagging. I am decidedly not. Most of my r...