Put two-and-two together and it means any given day may find me teed-up and lacking an opportunity to vent. Especially if my husband’s at work and my mother isn’t available via phone.
I might write some relatively angry prose (which will probably never see the light of day) or even a tart tweet or two (out there for all to see), but I’m also finding a smidge of cathartic joy in dissing the foibles of my much-loved Pinterest.
I do adore Pinterest. But certain aspects of it, notably the idiosyncrasies of fellow Pinners, inspire my ridicule from time to time. Rather than suppressing, I find it healthy to offer up the infrequent DissPinterest image in order to lampoon a quirk or two.
I’m sorry if that’s mean. I said I was easily annoyed. But I have to be real.
And really? “Lurve”?
You are killing the English language. Please stop.