The MisAdventures of the HellCat

Today a man I know, gets off the phone after bickering with his wife, looks at me and says, "Stay single. The minute you get married or move in with someone, you'll be pissed off about something every day." I told him, "My being single has its challenges. I still have to put up with friends and relatives who insist that we take a vacation together. We're talking about people who are either very persnickety or have health problems. I know a person who's a penny pincher. I mean, it's a condition that's so bad it pains this individual to spend more than seventeen dollars on anything. There's one who has back problems, one with foot problems, and another who can't take the heat because it triggers migraines. Then there's the one who can't sit in a theater if there's someone sitting behind her and another who can only sit in the very last row. And lastly, the cousin who complains at the last second, the menu at the restaurant we're

Dear bossy pants people, you are killing me. You people still sporting the stay-at-home frame on Facebook. Some of you "got a grip" and "SOME" of you are raving and acting high and mighty, insisting everyone is vaccinated, spouting your facts about the vaccine and the daily stats. The only problem with "SOME" of you is that you've become an insensitive and thoughtless ass. In your infinite wisdom you've been acting like a bully who demands to know if every person you encounter has been vaccinated, so you can verbally stone them with your fellow townspeople when you find that one who says, "no." Little do you know that some of these people who haven't been vaccinated had Covid-19, have blood clots, and can't have the vaccine as per their doctor's orders. I also know a person with an allergy to polyethylene glycol and propylene glycol. You'd only know that if they told you. But these people don't owe you an explanation.

Talk about ball busters. The Covid-19 squad from the school of Vladimir Lenin has been up my culo since spring of 2020. I try to live my best life because (well...it's short) and the harpies came out of the woodwork to make sure I knew about of their displeasure. My living life the way I choose is the source of their misplaced anger. Think about that for a second. People I see less than once a year were crying about me taking unnecessary risks putting their lives in jeopardy. HUH? I don't even see you! How the hell am I putting YOUR life at risk, you psychopath? Secondly, I don't need your approval. Now, with great pleasure, I can tell you all that I went outside without a mask every single day since the beginning. I went to restaurants that were open on the DL (speakeasy style), had my hair done several times, went to Lolapallozza, had spa pedicures, went on public transportation, traveled by plane, and plan to travel more. I kept quiet so you'd keep your pie hole