For some reason it feels a little bit sacreligious to do this on St. Patrick's Day, but hey, it's Thursday, so what can I do?
Also, I've really always hated the word piss. In my opinion, it's by far, one of the worst four-letter-combinations that was ever conjured up. But Things That Get Our Goats Thursday? That unbelievably lame. What to do?
Here's my list for today:
Really dirty snow in March.
Forgetting things at home and having to go all the way back.
When there's no bread in the house.
The fact that Coach ate the hands and feet off Maggie's baby doll.