Sometimes you just need to bitch Good day to you all. After focusing on such a heavy subject in my last article, I have decided to keep this one lighthearted and stupid.
You know — keeping it in my wheelhouse. First, I will admit to the hypocrisy of what I am about to write. Get ready Debbie, because even though I end each column asking you to bitch less, I am about to complain about some things that have been bothering me. (I feel like I just mentally pulled my pants up, like in cartoons when Daffy Duck is about to let someone have it.
Granted he’s not wearing pants, but you get what I’m saying. Full disclosure: I am not wearing pants either.) My husband and many of my friends are addicted to TicTok.
I am not, but between the hubby and the others, I get sent about six TicToks a day. I honestly don’t mind because they know me, and they know my humor, so I feel like I get TicToks greatest hits.