Why do the workers finishing the road near my home insist on starting their Earth movers at 6:30 in the morning?
Why can I sleep through anything but that noise?
Why do my children find a way to argue over even things that they AGREE on?
Why do I spend time thinking about people who have hurt me?
Why do I still care about said folks?
Why is it 35 degrees during Spring Break?
Why is it when I can't turn my head, the Chiropractor has taken the week off?
Why is it that some of my dearest friends live so very far away?
What does the color blue taste like?
Why, when I need to hang on for dear life to the barely tangible threads of plot, that my characters want to chatter on about nothing in particular?
Why is Penny dating Leonard when Sheldon is the clear choice? COME ON!
Why won't Bones and Booth JUST ADMIT THAT THEY lurrrrrrve each other?
Why do mushrooms taste so good in everything?
Why, when I KNOW I need a good wine opener, do I CONTINUALLY forget to buy one?
I think I'll soldier through with the wine opener I have, have a few glasses, and maybe I won't care about these questions quite so much. ;)
Good day to you all.