Cranky Complaints-Lady Buys BOOKS! (or tries to)


I just do not have fun.  I realize it's not about having fun... it's not even about being happy, as Dennis Prager would probably point out.
But still.
Yelling at the boy to get out the door before Shabbos - ugh.
Sure, he lied about what time he left school and went to the library instead (I called his rosh yeshiva to check).
He lies about everything he can get away with.
Hardly anything he says is true.
And the girl is intermittently polite, alternating with screaming fits.
Which maybe she gets from me, though I really do try not to scream.
I just don't have fun.  Did I say that already?