I have to kill 10 minutes. So I thought I’d post. And this is all that’s coming to mind.
I don’t like husbands that a) don’t listen - and then b) try to fudge their way through conversations about something they didn’t pay attention to instead of just admitting they zoned out. We women? We’re smart. We will figure it out.
I don’t like that Dale is so scared of his own shadow that he woke me up a skillion times last night by jumping on me and shaking in terror - all because the power went out a few times, and the re-setter thingy went CHIRP. By the sixth chirp you’d think he’d have gotten used to it right? Not so much.
I don’t like it when a friend doesn’t tell you about some major and sad event in her life - and then later when you ask an innocent question thats related to this sad thing your foot winds up in your mouth. And you really had no idea. How could you? She didn’t tell you!
I don’t like germs. And I don’t like being picked on when I do one of my weird things that I do to avoid germs. It’s not like I won’t touch doorknobs, or won’t use public restrooms… I just have little quirks regarding things that wind up in my mouth or near my face mostly. That’s not so weird. So there.
I’m sure there’s more, but that took nine minutes, so I am done now!


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April 2, 2008 at 12:41 pm
Denise
Crap! I just wrote a great comment in here, and Word Press ate it because I forgot to fill in my name, etc. Dang word press! sigh.
So you get a crappy, shortened version of my previous, deleted comment. I like your list. I’m glad you posted again today. I hope you post EVERY day, even though you said you didn’t sign up to do that. The end.
April 3, 2008 at 9:54 pm
Kayleen
Dude, people pick on me for my germ killing procedures. They are just jealous because they are all germ infested and gross. So what I walk around with a can of Oust? Kiss my ass! I’ll wipe you with an alcohol pad! Ok I’m done.
April 4, 2008 at 8:42 am
Sarah
Ok…. Kayleen is crazy. But I knew that!
Just kidding, you can put your gun back down.