I spent a day with my in-laws, celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. Not my first choice for a beautiful Saturday, but I like them and they like me and a good time was had by most.
After the two hour drive back home, I pull out the trust MacBook and head for DK. It's Saturday night. My partner's gone off to bed. And here I am, waiting for "it."
Maybe I'm looking for it in the wrong place. No, it would be in the diaries.
Where, oh, where is that silly though well read Saturday feature. Where is What's Your Fucking Problem?
update
Why, it's right here, as ActivistGuy so politely pointed out in the first comment
A lesser person would quickly delete this 3rd rate post. I, on the other hand, will leave it up as a testament to my dopiness.
I'm starting to wonder what this says about me. Ever since I came across WYFP? a few months ago, I've been making a mental note to look for it as part of my Saturday evening plans. Some weekends, it WAS my Saturday evening plan. Lord, that's pathetic. But, you know how it is. Middle aged. Live out in the sticks. No longer tearing it up on Saturday night.
I may need to see someone about this. A therapist. A psychiatrist. (I'm partnered with one of those already, and he really wonders about me when I mention WYFP?.)
Fortunately, I see Philly Gal has posted a fun forum, complete with pootie pictures. Not WYFP?, but suddenly there is somewhere to hang out.
Still, somewhere out there is a wayward What's Your Fucking Problem? post. I hope it fnds its way home.