Thank goodness the intro writes itself:
WYFP?! (What’s Your F**king Problem?!) is our community’s Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else we think might help. Everyone, and all sorts of troubles, are welcome. May we find peace and healing here. And won’t you please help keep the playground open this evening by recommending? Thanks.
So I happened to glance at my calendar a few moments ago and about jumped out of my chair. There, in big red letters on today's date, I read the ominous letters "WYFP?!?," the answer to which readily becomes quite clear as I sit here with gaping jaw and empty head.
So. Let's see.
Olbermann. I know a lot of people are going to miss him.
Lieberman. Because he didn't make his decision 3 terms ago.
Giffords. Because she should be in session instead of in rehab.
You know, folks, without more prep, I can't really get bent about to much tonight. I mean, there's always Palin, but really, she's such low-hanging fruit. Life's actually good. I have a great kid. I have a hubby that can fix, build, re-purpose just about anything. The cedar waxwings showed up for their 3 day stay this week. That means that spring is on it's way. I'll be able to start planting the garden in just a weeks.
I will leave the airing of grievances to you.
What's your f***in' problem?!?