Is It So Wrong?

...to see 1/2 a bottle of wine on the counter, open the cupboard to retrieve a wine glass, figure to oneself that "yep, I'll probably finish this off tonight," and then grab a tumbler just to save time?

...to make lists of stuff to do like a.) clean carpet spots, b.) organize finances, c.) dust and then find said list a week later (okay, maybe more like 6 weeks later) and go "whatever"?

...to not even open a bank statement for four years and just pray your math skills are good enough when you carry the total down in your checkbook?

...to be looking for something and find a box in your closet that contains the crappy Christmas gifts you received a year ago and apparently decided that out of sight is truly out of mind instead of giving to the needy who might actually LIKE this crap?

...to be too lazy to go buy Kleenex so you bring a roll of TP to the den and just leave it there on the table like someone who likes Nascar? (Editor's note: uh oh, I do like Nascar.)

...to like Nascar?

...to load up one's iPod using one's computer at work because it's faster?

...to load up one's iPod right in front of your boss?

...to yell like some crackhead needing a fix at the telephone last night, because it had the AUDACITY to ring while I was trying to catch up on reading blogs, commenting on blogs, participating in a live chat, listening to an internet radio interview and watching television at the same time? For goodness sakes, people!!!!

...to lose patience with CruiserDog when he won't piddle and wants to sniff every blade of grass and so I just say "eh, just try to hold it for the next 9 hours"?

...to decide to eat more dairy products cuz "they" say people lose more weight if they include more dairy, buy 8 cartons of fat-free yogurt, eat from one, and then throw the other 7 away 2 months later?

...to zone out while our President is talking?

...to get pissed off at people who don't have a clue how to board airplanes anymore, you know the ones....who don't know to put all liquids and gels (travel sized) in a quart-sized ziploc (otherwise, yes, they'll take that family-sized bottle of Pantene from Ultra WalMart and give it to poor folks with bad hair), take off all shoes, belts, colostomy bags, metal plates, and brass knuckles and place in the bin, sending it all through the xray machine and carry only one's boarding pass and ID with one as you walk through the metal detector? Is that so much to ask? Dammit, this makes me crazy.

...to have nothing better to do than rant on a Wednesday?

Vents welcome here. Pull up a tumbler of wine. Like they said in "Steel Magnolias" or some schit like that: "If you have nothing nice to say, sit right next to me."