The Triviality Of Human Complaints

I overheard the Mad Woman grumbling yesterday.

"I can't wait until winter and the season of long pants. I'm like SO tired of shaving my legs. They're smooth one day - all Sasquatchy the next. I'm exhausted. It's wearing me down."

"Wearing me down?" Pish. Try having to wear down open rooted teeth that grow continuously every single day of the year. Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw. Chew, chew, chew. That, my dear lady, is a burden. So, please, keep your depilation dilemmas and hairy hang-ups to yourself.