We've all gone mad.
I thought I had officially "arrived" with the purchase of a stainless steel refrigerator. But apparently, they were created solely to push border-line OCD people over the edge. The fingerprints never stop. Not to sound ungrateful and incredibly spoiled, but can't I go back to a black fridge? It's hanging out in the garage, keeping the beer cold. I'm sure it would be happy to get a promotion to the house.
And when did it become vogue to stain concrete? I thought it would be enough to own a great house in a cool neighborhood. But, I look out my front windows and we're about the only house without a stained driveway. The anxiety level is rising.
While I'm ranting, the packaging of irrelevant items has gotten out of control. At first, it was CDs that took a pair of scissors, teeth and a sharp fingernail to open. It seems that everything has gone that same route. It took me 5 minutes to free my eye drops from their box and safety seal. My dry contacts had plum fallen out of my eyes by then.
We've become a society of ridiculous appliances and overly-processed, shrink wrapped groceries. And, I still heart it more than Azerbaijan.
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