That is the question I am forever asking. "WHY?" or when I am really frustrated, "Why Dammit!"

Don't we all ask that? It is the perpetual question that if we had that answer we could solve world hunger---or at least solve what the heck to make for dinner.

I think I ask myself "Why" at least a thousand times a day. Seriously. Why did that person do that? Why can't it be this way because it is just simpler? Why do those kids always leave dirty socks in the hallway? Why does my Mom's scrambled eggs always taste better than mine---it is just eggs anyway--what the heck does she do different?

Then there is a whole bunch of manly whys. Why does our son suddenly NEED to shave when he has no whiskers? Why do men wear rugs when bald is SO sexy? Why will a guy spend $5000 on special tires for his truck that is so high off the ground that his girlfriend can't crawl into it? Why does that man in front of me in line at the grocery store fart and then look at me like I did something? Why do men/boys find that funny?

The dating "Why" haunts us all our lives. Why did that guy never call? Why did he say he would call when he never meant to? Why doesn't his mother think I am the best thing he has ever had in his life? Why does the word shrinkage bother him as much as the word tiny? Why can't he just talk about his feelings? Why does he frown when I ask "WHY?" Why the heck does he feel the need to "name" certain body parts? Why do men always get nervous near valentines day? Why don't they write mushy love letters? Why don't they know that all we want is attention--who cares about flowers?

The shopping "Why's" of course are numerous. Why do they never have my size? Why can't they have this in my favorite color? Why does this have to be made of cotton--because it WILL shrink and then it won't fit--AND I will have to iron it? Why isn't this made out of cotton because it would look better in cotton? Why is there only one checker here at rush hour? What was the manager thinking? ....wait....that was a "what" question...Oh who cares.
Why did all my coupons expire yesterday?

Why can't I eat chocolate and be on a diet? Why does diet food taste like cardboard? Why can't my butt be just a bit more perky? Why aren't all those leg lifts paying off? Why do you get wrinkles when you least expect them? Why doesn't my kids realize that I am the coolest person they ever will meet? Why shouldn't I wear high heels with shorts? Why can't they card me once in a while just to stroke my ego? Why do I have to get old gracefully? Why is graceful a good thing?

Why. YES WHY. Why am I ranting like this? How the hell do I know....I am the one asking WHY.