Burdened with too much info
At work, I’m the person everyone likes to talk to. They know I’ll keep my mouth shut no matter what they tell me. Sometimes this reputation weighs pretty heavy. The only thing I can do is go home and dump it all on Hubber. He sits there and nods as if he’s taking it all in. At that point, I don’t really care if he’s even listening, I’m just happy he sits quietly and ACTS like he cares.
That stands for mother-in-law (in internet lingo). Mine is a piece of work. Damned if you do… damned if you don’t. She lives by that motto. It makes things easier for her that way, I think, when she’s being a PAIN IN EVERYONE’S ASS! (damn the old-lady-syndrome… damn it to hell!)