From a “Knickerbocker Sturgell”: Too Pooped to Pop? And then some sort of misspelled pitch for little blue pills. “Too pooped to pop” is a phrase my mother uses, and it’s the only time you’ll ever hear the word poop cross her lips.

It still irks me that saying “crap” in her household got you an earful of admonition and a mouthful of soap. Didn’t she know that everyone else was out drinking Zima behind the barn IN MIXED COMPANY? Heck if I ever turned up pregnant or drunk after youth group Bible study.

Anylegalism, here is a list of things that suck, lest we let all this Grace in Small Things get out of hand:

1. Our tax bill. Before The Biz and joint filing entered my life, I viewed tax season as a sort of fun event where you do a few math problems, and then the government gives you a check. This year, there were way too many zeros on the check we gave the government. At least there was an accountant to do the math.

2. It has been raining for days, with no end in sight.

3. Due to my over-eagerness to bond with obscure branches of my family-in-law, I rsvp’ed to a stranger’s wedding instead of to The Dirty Thirty Cougar Coming Out Party of one Flashmistress Gogodancer. It’ll be calico jumpers and fruit punch instead of animal prints and cocktails.

4. My new haircut makes me look like this.

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