The Language of Frustration

As a NCOIC of mine was once fond of saying, “Ah, well, shit on a stick.”

I never understood what a feces-covered tree limb might indicate (other than something anatomically improbable and most likely very painful), but he trucked that gem out when he was frustrated, and currently it seems like an appropriate time to do so.

The wheels, which were supposed to be here today, are not. Woe is me. No new bike build tonight, so I’m opting to work on other things. That reduces the frustration factor somewhat.

Really, my biggest point of contention with the day is that I can remember putting all the ingredients in the crock pot this morning, but I’ll be damned if I can remember whether I turned the thing on.