Don’t you just hate it when…

  • you forget that it’s garbage day and you just cleaned out the fridge, so now you not only have a full garbage can for an extra week, but really smelly garbage.
  • you don’t want to.
  • you lose things that normally don’t get lost (like my hardcover edition of Samuel Marchbanks that I got for a mere $8.99. How could that vanish?)
  • you’re not invited.
  • you forget why you went upstairs. That’s a lot of work to have to go back downstairs to the place where you had the thought in the first place. Why is it that thoughts are sometimes not transportable?
  • you feel like you’re doing it all wrong.
  • you write a brilliant post and no one comments.
  • your feet hurt and it’s still an hour before you can get off of them.
  • there’s nothing that anybody wants to eat in the fridge.
  • you can’t remember that word.
  • that problem is still a problem.
  • you discover you’ve been Facebooking for an hour for no good reason. (I just used Facebook as a verb! The apocalypse is nigh! How ironic that a verb is an action word when Facebooking is a way of indicating inaction.)
  • you get tomato sauce on a white shirt.
  • all the clothes that you want to wear are in the laundry. And you didn’t do the laundry because you were Facebooking.
  • you realize you can’t get it all done.
  • you don’t have the answers.
  • it rains on the last long weekend of the summer.

About Tentative Equinox North

Theatremaker, Homemaker, Thoughtmaker. Great hair, Probably looking forward to my next nap.
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6 Responses to Don’t you just hate it when…

  1. when you read a brilliant post and want to comment but have nothing to add to what is, in fact, already perfect?
    feel that you’ve 87,000 things to do which is why you’re not going to do that laundry you’ve been putting off for three days but then realise you’ve nothing to do instead… yet you ignore the laundry anyway?
    complain that there’s no mail come today and then it suddenly appears and it’s nothing but windows so you can’t really complain because you’ve got mail now, just not the sort you wanted really
    you are invited but haven’t the money to afford it

  2. …and then the bullet formatting you entered in the list in is removed from your comment?

  3. – Being jealous of other bloggers who are so perfect that they make you feel like you’re back in highschool.

    – Having more people check my blog when you don’t write then when you do.

    – Having a great hair day…and it’s raining outside.

    – Hearing the words, “What can I do? and “I’m bored.” at 9 am on a rainy day.

    – Hearing a fellow highschool classmate has just retired.

    – You don’t listen to the little voice inside your head that is shouting “It’s NOT a good idea to put that chenille blanket into the wash.”

    – You have tons of great stories to write about on your blog but can’t write them because they involve your inlaws.

    – You get your youngest child’s hair cut for the first time and every time you look at her you are reminded that a baby doesn’t live at your house anymore.

  4. – you suddenly realise that a comment you posted includes a point that you realise might be misread as directly commenting on a recent conversation with the post’s author and really wasn’t because it was simply a ‘hypothetical situation’ and had nothing to do with that but there’s no way of going back and editing the damned comment because it’s not your blog, it’s someone else‘s blog and now you’re stuck?

    Don’t you just hate when that happens…?

    It’s happened to all of us here… right…?

  5. I won’t even go into some of the faux pases (what on earth is the plural of faux pas? Faux pi? Fauxes Pas?) that I’ve made. Let me just say that it is the reason I don’t use MSN anymore.

    I took it to be an entirely hypothetical, the same way my original list should be taken too.

  6. maggiesnail says:

    I hate it when my efforts go to waste.

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