I'm incredibly lucky in almost every way.
Here's a bulleted list of things I hate.
- The dishwasher, still.
- Sticky and powdery things are its kryptonite.
- Our dark, narrow cabinets.
- I shattered the glass lid of a casserole dish by forcing a salad spinner onto the bottom shelf.
- I guess the salad spinner won?
- Home-decorating shows.
- Our house decorates itself.
- I don't need some lady from North Carolina telling me what looks good.
- I'm sure that lady disagrees.
- Nearly all nineteen-eighties pop music.
- I've always hated it, but now I really hate it.
- The ubiquity of aioli.
- Raw eggs!
- Raw eggs!
- Other people's baby names.
- Some of the baby names I thought I liked.
- The fact that I've started to like names I thought I disliked.
- Posting a list of complaints when my life is very good.
And now, a bit of what I like:
- Ingenuity.
- I retrieved the glass fragments from the back of our lowest kitchen-cabinet shelf with
- a flashlight
- a cookie spatula
- a frying pan
- a dustbuster.
- Refined sugar, for its medicinal properties.
- My husband, who laughs off my rage.
- Even when he's temporarily out of underwear.
- I think the dryer's done now.
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