Or as St Sasserole says, Crabby post # 876

Okay, friends, I'm counting my blessings, one by one. I really am. And still there are things that get on my last freakin' nerve.

*Can somebody send a case of big girl panties to my Office Admin? Dear Admin: Please don't fall apart every time somebody sends you a new little tidbit for the newsletter after the deadline. People can only take advantage of you if you let them. Just politely but firmly tell them that it is too late, the newsletter is all ready to print, better luck next month. Nothing you are leaving out includes the cure for cancer. Yes, they might be annoyed at you. Welcome to my world.

*Oh, and Dear Admin: why do you bring your three kids to work if all you are going to do is harp at them? Let them take that gimondo tub'o leggos downstairs where there is tons of room for them to spread out. Don't make them do this in your 8X10 office. They are 8, 10 and 13. They're not toddlers.

*Wonderful Cookbook Lady: you are a dear, but please don't spend 10 minutes on Sunday morning during anouncements rattling off corrections to the cook book typos. Nobody has their cookbooks with them at church on Sunday morning.

*Esteemed Presbytery Colleagues: Why, oh why are you asking me to process your campership application for the Little Bentleigh and Snotleigh some seven weeks after the deadline? You know that the philospohy of the presbytery is that anyone who asks, gets. That's why I granted $5,500 in May. But that is over and done with. Give a sister a break. Stop busting my chops on this. In the Spirit of my advice to my Office Admin, I'm afraid you are all out of luck.