Don’t you hate those three words? “I don’t know” really bugs me. Not knowing really messes with my mind. There are all kinds of things about which I know next to nothing. Stellar physics, subatomic particle characteristics, medieval French literature, knitting, fine china and the mysterious ways of the female mind. Well, to be honest “next to nothing” is not a fair assessment of my knowledge of the female psyche. Absolutely nothing is a better description. And I know the females of the world like it that way!
Those things don’t disturb my mediocre mind as much as some of the other things I don’t know.
- I don’t know why it only snows on days that I really need to get out of the house.
- I don’t know why laundry can multiply faster than rabbits on Viagra.
- I don’t know why there is no season for hunting dust bunnies.
- I don’t know why my dog sheds year round.
- I don’t know why I feel guilty walking past a Salvation Army kettle even though I have put money in the last 38,274 times I have walked past one.
- I don’t know why the people I care about are the most likely to make me mad.
- I don’t know why there are dents in my walls.
- I don’t know why I get headaches.
- I don’t know why I bang my head against walls.
- I don’t know where all that lint in the dryer filter comes from.
- I don’t know why I always seem to lose one sock.
- I don’t know what is wrong with politics.
- I don’t know why the word poly means many.
- I don’t know why we chose the word ticks for small blood sucking insects.
- I don’t know why so many people don’t get my sense of humor.
- I don’t know why some of the most obvious answers elude me so often.
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