They Get On My F****** Nerves!!!

I would love to hear from you when things are cool. But alas, this is never the case.

 At the sound of your personal four alarm fire, which is missing its fourth. This deficient  alarm, your voice, peels out loudly; the words "HELP ME". Thus involving me as the latest defense against a new catastrophe.

"What had happened was." Is always the preamble to the shenanigans brought about by failing to heed the words highlighted within sound advice.

The impossibly simple is transformed into the impossibly difficult. Using the proofs of other's success instead of creating triumphs of your own.

I have no delusions that this "hair on fire" routine will ever be laid to rest, in my lifetime.

So at the ready I stand, with the "three W's", waiting, watching and wondering when I will be called upon again to solve a Herculaneum task. 

After slaying the dragon, banishing the evil tyrant and exorcising the ghost; I am forced to replay the disregard of my words. All I can say with all the irritation in the world is, they get on my f****** nerves!!!