A New Way of Life; A Happier Home

So I figured something out: If I save up my rants for this blog and avoid unleashing them on the Mrs, life is much more pleasant at home. That seems simplistic or obvious, but not if you know me. Big statements, big insults were the key to alleviating my frustrations.

Here's a sample, which conveniently enough, I experienced just the other day:

What I would have said to the Mrs: I hate dogs and I hate their stupid owners. I can't even go for a run in the local neighborhood because people leave their friggin' dogs off their friggin' leashes and they run into the street after me. I was just hoping one would bite me so I could sue them for all their stupidity. What I will write here: I hate dogs and I hate their stupid owners. I can't even go for a run in the local neighborhood because people leave their friggin' dogs off their friggin' leashes and they run into the street after me. I was just hoping one would bite me so I could sue them for all their stupidity.

There's a subtle difference, but you'll have to look for it.

So, Stupid Dog Owner, go out and buy yourself a book before your dog costs you your house.