I once posted that I'd reached my moron quotient for the day and everyone else who talked to me had to be at least as smart as my dachshund.
I think that may be expecting too much from humanity. After all, Danny was smart enough to play dumb to try to get out of doing obedience training.
If I have to talk to one more moron, my head may explode. While they're good for a laugh, the stupidity level in this town is making it really, really hard for me do to my job.
stressed
tired
disappointed
creative
hopeful
giggly
cranky
distressed
nervous
productive