E-I-MFing-O

I have my crankypants on.  And my bossyboots.  Makes for a lovely ensemble.

• My throat’s all scratchy.
• I ate too many cookies, so now I have a belly-ache.
• Scott Brown won the special election in Massachusetts.
• I have to be at work at 7:15am every day.
• My mechanic is $1,200 richer than he was this morning.
• Not one of you has done my laundry lately.
• And my Scrabble rack on Facebook looks like the fucking chorus of “Old MacDonald”.

Of course, the happenstance of having been born to white parents in the United States in the 21st century means I have an education, a house, a job, a car, (truly crappy) health insurance, cookies, a voter registration card, and a washing machine.

Nothing to be done about that passel of vowels on my Scrabble rack, though, I guess.