keiva, David and Besty are my new bestist friends, since yesterday-- so you leave them alone!
meanwhile, someone else was peevish today--- this is from the NYtimes Metropolitan Diary-- and since i know some of you hate to visit the site.. i have copied it here.. its not really word related.. but it is about pet peeves
MY PET PEEVE
I have this pet, his name is PEEVE,
I've asked him several times to leave.
He says, "I'll go, I will, I swear,"
but he's not going anywhere.
Perhaps you've had the chance to meet —
he walks quite slowly down the street,
and stomps his feet down as he walks,
yelling in a phone, he talks.
He rarely says "thank you," never "please."
He disregards R.S.V.P.'s.
He likes to tell how much he earns
and doesn't signal when he turns.
He gets close when he's in line,
thinks 10 percent for tip is fine.
When the bill comes, he runs to hide.
He wears sunglasses while inside.
If you see Peeve playing with his hair
Or barking "Who's this?" into the phone,
Please tell him to use the right side of the stair
And for goodness' sake, to leave me alone.
Martha E. Stewart
