- Numero Uno Gripe - I went to the butcher to buy chicken the other day, and the woman was wearing gloves. Sounds great, but not only did she pick up the raw chicken with those gloves, she took my money and gave me the change whilst wearing the dirty gloves. Yuck! That is just SO WRONG!
- Numero Due Gripe - Why is it my parents, who retired this year, feel it's okay to travel overseas and not ring me to tell me they've arrived safely, causing me to call Vietnam and speak to someone who didn't understand a word I was saying?! Also, why is it okay for them to do this when they harass me to call them when I go on holidays, even when it's in the same state?!
- Numero Tre Gripe - Why is it that biting the butt of a Lindt chocolate Easter bunny tastes so good when it should taste so revolting that I'm not tempted to eat the rest of it? And why is it I have put on a kilo by doing so? Why can't it make me thinner, my hair shinier, and my skin glow?! Dammit.
- Numero Quattro Gripe - Why is it the weekends go so fast, and there are never enough hours in the day? And why is it there are endless words to write, characters demanding attention in my head, books to read, critiques to be done, comp entries to judge etc. *sigh*.
Soooooo, do you have any very special gripes? Anything that drives you crazy, bonkers, batty, loopy? Something that makes your blood boil or your temper flare?! Feel free to share them and we can whinge together! There's nothing more therapeutic than a good whinge :-)
2 comments:
Mon, seriously! Do you want to get me started? Lol. DH would warn you against that.
Ok, I'm with you on all your gripes, but can I add a few more? Oh well, guess you can't stop me (hee hee):
#1 - Why are we able to go to a friend's bbq, DH eat anything and everything in copious quantities while I nibble on a lettuce leaf and the next morning I'm 1kg heavier because I thought about eating the mud cake, and he's 1kg lighter - because he forgo the chocolate biscuit with coffee?
#2 - Why are the kids little angels when DH has to look after them for 2 hrs, so when I come home I'm greeted with the response "Dunno what's so hard about it?"
Better leave it there. Need to leave room for others to comment too *wink*
I'm sure that even if you sniff or see food that's fattening you actually absorb the fat magically through the air. It has to be the case!! Lol.
Oh, and the kids being angels for Daddy? Yep, I know what you mean. Just wait for the conference weekend. I think you may have to crack open some red cordial to give Daddy a taste of hyperactive kids! Wooo hooo haaaa haaaaa!!!!!!!!
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