Understatement. It’s amazing how easy it is in the information age to just cut somebody out of your life. This morning I blocked a person from my facebook fan page. That was a first. The block allows you to give a number of different reasons. I had to laugh when I saw “this person is annoying me.” I didn’t see one for “this person hurt me and my children and deserves to rot in hell.” Too bad.

I guess I’m at the age where I just don’t have the patience to put up with unacceptable behavior. I was just trying to think of some ways to delicately let people know that you’d rather chew on razor blades than see them again.

Twitter:

@scumbag Sending you a virtual crazed wolverine and a leaky squirt gun. #biteme 🙂

#MM @whackadoodle Hope you find the giant cockroach I left in your panty drawer. You’re welcome.

@guttertramp I’m OK. You’re a mess. The subpoena is in the mail. #getalawyer

@snarkqueen When you find yourself bleeding on the side of the highway, remember, I could give a rat’s ass. #wearaseatbelt

Hallmark:

Missing you

I need to adjust the sights on my rifle

Hoping to see you again

So I can sic the dogs on you

You get the idea. They say we’re getting old and crotchety, and that may be true. I think that people who spend their lives thinking up ways to hurt others are a waste of oxygen. Does that mean I’m getting intolerant? It’s about freakin’ time.