I know it's usually FFF, but I can't wait that long.
I flame my mother for calling me a bridezilla for asking to see our venue's alcohol pricing guide, since I thought $45 for a bottle of house wine in Central PA was excessive.
I flame FI's aunt for calling my wedding a DW when it's 111 miles, or 2.5 hours, from his hometown.
I also flame FI's aunt for constantly griping about the bridal shower she and FI's grandmother INSISTED, over my strenuous objections, on throwing.
I flame Pele's doctor for being an asshat and cancelling her appointment today.
I'm gonna go with 'not my circus, not my monkeys.'