. . . more freakin' obnoxious and irritating than this woman?
She seems to have the amazing ability to find a cloud behind every silver lining. Of course, The View can't seem to exist without at least one touch of the bitch factor.
Why do I know about the view, you ask? If I don't like it, why do I watch, you further ask? The answer to both questions is that Mrs. B. likes to watch it, and I have to occasionally let her have the remote control.
The sound of her voice alone curdled the cream on my oatmeal this morning.
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