It has to be done.

Either that or we'll explode.

It's hard to soar like an eagle when you're surrounded constantly by idiots.

Today's little bit of idiocy was getting 3 dog registration forms from the old Shire we used to live in. (Yes the Shire of Yarra Ranges - the experts in stupidity).

With the address on them changed to sort of our new address - although the postcode they used was for Fairfield in Melbourne, so kudos to the Post Office - they did a bloody fine job figuring out what the twits wanted.

But our options are to pay up (which I suspect is what they're just hoping everyone will do regardless of whether you actually OWE them anything), or we can fill in the back of each form and put them in an envelope and cough up with a stamp and send them back to tell the fools that the dog's don't live in the Shire anymore.

The notices were sent to an address that's not in the Shire.

What - we moved, left the dog's behind but we're still going to stump up for their registration?

And they wonder why the average punter gets a tiny bit liverish with the mindless, time-wasting crap that these idiots serve up on a daily basis.