St. Lisha


The beginning of my morning:
The girl grabbed her coffee, stirrer, and a sugar packet and went over to the far side of the kitchen.

Stirred in her sugar and threw the packet away.

Then, went over to the sugar caddy again, removed one packet, and retreated to her corner of the kitchen.
Again, threw the packet away.
One more sugar packet got stirred in and immediately thrown away.
And another.
And another.
By packet six of the OCD sugar relay I lost my temper, kicked her in her face, and began my morning work activities.

Apparently I need to avoid knitting today, as I’ve heard somewhere that knitting needles are dangerous weapons.
They must be – after all, look at this poor soul’s knitting wound:




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