I got my feathers ruffled a bit yesterday. Wellbutrin can only go so far and some things that normally wouldn't bother me much now bother me out of all proportion.
The first was Dopple-G doing something that's normally just annoying. I yelled at him. At work. In the bathroom. Not exactly professional.
The second was in the van on the way home from voting. Bear was doing a repetitive mantra "Will you give me your autograph?" over and over and over and over and over. No, he wasn't looking for an answer and no he wasn't actually addressing anybody. Kids will just do this with new phrases. Normally it just gets ignored. This time I snapped and yelled at him.
It's definitely a successful (so far) and (relatively) event free withdrawal. I'll just have to do a better job regulating my snappy tongue.
POINTS: 2 points for the first person to name my source for the title of this post. No searching please.
Daffy Duck, blown up, picking up his feathers as he says it. Don't remember what the name of the short was though.
And if it ain't Daffy, it's Foghorn Leghorn... but now I'm not sure which. But I distinctly remember it being a WARNER BROS. bird being blow'd up real good...
"Fortunately, I say fortunately, I keep my feathers numbered [pause] for just such an emergency."
Foghorn Leghorn is correct. 2 points for Mike!
I want to say that they BOTH said it at some point, but maybe it was just the scourge of that mangy ol' hound-dog and rogue of the chicken coop that had that line.