There are times it cannot be suppressed, though. Like this morning, while walking the dog. I realized that my lovely, friendly neighbor who lets her sweet dog wander off-leash while she walks the track, is never going to notice when/if her dog poops, let alone clean it up. She didn't have any baggies with her, anyway. What a tool. (And yes, I saw the dog poop this morning. But I was too far away and running too late to do anything about it. Mea culpa.)
And like last night, during the kids' day-camp talent show. The mother of a performer went all postal on the mother of a toddler who was enjoying the performance a little - um- vocally. Said toddler happened to squeal while the stage mother's preshus baybee was
Of course, what goes around comes around. So in the "karma's a bitch" column, I've invited some straight-up judgment on my wee little blog from these folks. They are merciless (and hilarious) and a review of Lemonade & Kidneys will be posted on there on Friday morning.
Start lining up the vodka martinis....