
I'm more comfortable with grousing... nevertheless, I recently found that I had to admit that life really was improving. At this rate, it might soon be worth living.
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Oh, I gotcha. That's not grousing, per se, that is more the time-honored art of kvetching.
Like the lovely old yiddish tale of the old man riding on a long bus trip and trying to catch a nap, but cannot, because a matronly lady is moaning "Oy, am I thirsty.. oy, am I thirsty.." Fianlly the old man gets up and gives the lady some water from his own provisions, and is about to go back to sleep when he hears "Oy, was I thirsty..."
Like the lovely old yiddish tale of the old man riding on a long bus trip and trying to catch a nap, but cannot, because a matronly lady is moaning "Oy, am I thirsty.. oy, am I thirsty.." Fianlly the old man gets up and gives the lady some water from his own provisions, and is about to go back to sleep when he hears "Oy, was I thirsty..."
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