Why am I constantly asking “where’s my coffee?” It always seems to be missing.
The title of this post reminds me of the phrase “CYA, wouldn’t want to be ya!”
Seriously? The car, at the shop again? Why do hoses and labor cost $400 + dollars?
Holy COW! Why does only 1 of the T.V. remotes have the ‘guide’ button that works. Both hotel TVs work with either remote. Now the kids are fighting over who gets the one with the functioning “guide” button. Come on!
I really can’t decide on one subject to direct this post. So, why not just leave it at that? Or I could leave you with Cookie Monster song, C is for Cookie… that’s good enough for me. According to Cookie Monster, all the other “C” words don’t matter. Yes, enjoy having that song in your mind throughout the day. You’re welcome. Until next time, CYA!