unhappiness

Poor Mrs. Wigglebottom is suffering.  She’s got some annoying skin problem that I had hoped was just fleas–maybe some type immune to Frontline–but every day I look her over and I don’t see any.  Just her and her itchy, patchy, skin.

Today, I covered her in baby powder.

I obviously wasn’t clear in my last post, but what I’d meant was that it was about time to pack up for the trip home, and the baby had just fallen asleep. I try very much not to let her be unhappy for our 30+ minute commute, because there’s really nothing I can do for the fussy baby in the car but let her be unhappy.

In general, the odds of being happy increased 5 percent with every 10 years of age.

There comes a time in a person’s life that the desire to be polite goes out the window and anger fills its place in their heart. For me the time occurred when I heard that Smyrna Mayor Spivey was bothered by several mentions In the Smyrna AM of the delay in placing the streetlight at the Sam Ridley and Motlow Blvd.

He has voiced his unhappiness on the Smyrna AM commenting on the delays and that has bothered me.

You’ll never guess where this link goes:

The survey, Public Attitudes to Government Accountability and Transparency 2008, measured how 1,652 adults felt about federal, state and local governments’ financial management and accountability to taxpayers.

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