Well dagnabbit. That's old fart speak for 'I find the current situation a bit annoying and/or bothersome. That current situation being poison ivy on both my arms. I hate poison ivy with a fiery hatred reserved for things that make me itch or things that otherwise inconvenience me in some small way. Long-suffering patience is not on my short stack of virtues. The brush around my house is about 40% poison ivy now. Which is really okay by me but it makes putting food out for the squirrels and the bunnies and the possums a bit like traversing a mine field. I guess I could go cut down the poison ivy, but that could turn into something resembling work, so that shit ain't likely to happen. And the critters don't seem to care either way. Yeah, I am low-key bitching to the internet,  but the cat already told me my poison ivy seems like a personal problem to him and as long as it didn't interfere with his food bowl he didn't give a shit. So I refuse to squander my perfectly good bitching talent on a snarky old unappreciative cat.

Naughty words:
Shit, twice.