This was the Summer of the Wasp Infestation at the Callaway house. I waged war on four nests in our yard. During the fourth campaign, one of the critters decided to practice acupuncture on my left hand. I don’t deal with pain quietly, so I hopped in circles, yelling, “Dog biscuits!”
Have you ever complained? Of course you haven’t. “Uh well, maybe once or twice,” you say. One study claims that the average adult spends five months of life complaining. Here are some of those complaints.
I’m the guy who still has nightmares about flunking fifth grade. I’m the guy who said a quick “No” to the first 30 speaking requests I received. I can imagine a disease for every ache, an Eeyore for every Tigger. And I’m not alone.