
That title is all kinds of wrong. In the first place we are not feathered beings and in the second place we despise feathered beings.
True that. But if we change it to “In which scales are rearranged,” would it be obvious that they are the scales that cover us and not the scales that you weigh things with? More importantly, would readers know it’s a ranty post?
Let’s not get carried away with the idiom wordplay. I say we title it thus: Five unhappy lizards. Because make no bones about it, what she’s done this week is simply the last straw. It’s going to hell in a handbasket is what it is, no beating around the bush on that.
Word. Night after futile night of waiting for her to start watching again and what is the first drama she finally picks? It’s enough to get my tail in a twist.
Panties. Panties in a bunch is what you mean.



