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My neighbor is outside my living room window, raking leaves. But he's not just quietly raking them. He's swearing loudly while doing it. Doesn't he realize how lucky we are to have so many beautiful autumn leaves when people in the desert have so few leaves?!
My neighbor swears all the time. It's a lot of fun. Really makes life enjoyable. I really like living so close to other human beings. It's totally natural and awesome to have some strange, swearing weirdo right outside my window.
My boyfriend and I were going out to dinner. I was wearing what I wore to work...a nice-ish top I suppose, but my pants were my olive green cargo pocket pants with decorative metal zippers and rings on them. I dig 'em, they're weird, but they look VERY casual. He says, "Are you wearing what you want to be wearing?"
At first I say, "sure." I guess he is asking if I need time before we leave, to go change. Then I start overthinking this, worrying that he doesn't want to be seen with someone dressed down relative to his more formal looking button-down shirt (he's older though and he always wears those.) Crud, now I HAVE to go change. I decide on a skirt. The shirt is fine with this skirt. Change from pants to skirt. But now my socks don't work with this, nor do my shoes. And I need jewelry. Every single thing I change, sets off a cascade of other things that also have to change.
And all this is before I even begin to consider the temperature outside and whether I'm going to get cold.
He has no idea how difficult it is to be a woman with a closet full of clothing. Seriously.
Yes! Change one thing then have to have change three others.
DH to me: want to eat lunch at Panera?
Me: I don't know. I'll have to put makeup on and do something with my hair. No.
Or, I decide to wear pants x and top y. I plan out my shoes and socks. Wait! Top y is in the dirty clothes hamper. OK I'll wear pants x and top z. Wait! Top z doesn't work with pants x. So, now I am looking for pants a. And I need to change my socks and shoes. I hate this!
I was in a discount store and my cart was about 1/3 full. There were very few customers in any checkout line. I unloaded all of my items onto the belt, and when I was done the cashier glares at me and says, "Ma'am this line is 10 items or less." I said, "I didn't realize that" as I searched for the sign. I said, "Well it would have been nice if you had told me that instead of staring at me unload my cart." She just shrugged her shoulders. *crickets*
There were no other customers waiting and I had to load the items back in my cart and go to the next line and unload them all onto the belt again... ALL BY MYSELF!!!
I was in a discount store and my cart was about 1/3 full. There were very few customers in any checkout line. I unloaded all of my items onto the belt, and when I was done the cashier glares at me and says, "Ma'am this line is 10 items or less." I said, "I didn't realize that" as I searched for the sign. I said, "Well it would have been nice if you had told me that instead of staring at me unload my cart." She just shrugged her shoulders. *crickets*
There were no other customers waiting and I had to load the items back in my cart and go to the next line and unload them all onto the belt again... ALL BY MYSELF!!!
I think I would've left the food on the belt and walked out of the store!
Went out for lunch and forgot to tell them no mayo on my sandwich. Dang mayo. Why do so many places prepare sandwiches as if everyone likes gobs of disgusting white ick smeared on their food?
Went out for lunch and forgot to tell them no mayo on my sandwich. Dang mayo. Why do so many places prepare sandwiches as if everyone likes gobs of disgusting white ick smeared on their food?
I don't know, but overdoing the mayo is very common. When I get a burger at Red Robin, I have to remember to say, no mayo, no ketchup, no sweet pickles. I hate a sweet a burger! Why can't they read my mind?
I bought a turkey today. Honestly, I am 71. When do I get to stop cooking Thanksgiving dinner? I love seeing my family, but the cooking is a drag.
I have outsourced a pie and bread. But, the rest is up to me and one of my adult kids.
To all of you who cannot be with your family, I apologize. My gripe probably seems pretty frivolous.
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Dang mayo. Why do so many places prepare sandwiches as if everyone likes gobs of disgusting white ick smeared on their food? 
