Sometimes I find it almost comforting to indulge in petty grievances, especially so if they involve inanimate objects. You have no one but yourself to blame, but the need to vent is there regardless.
I hate it when I'm vacuuming and the cord pulls out of the wall. It's my own fault because while the house is small and the cord is long, I know I can't reach the end of the hallway or the rug at the kitchen door, but I try anyway. Each direction from the living room outlet, where I begin to vacuum, is about a foot too far from the extended cord, but I try to reach, in vain naturally, and never fail to become irritated when the vacuum stops functioning. There are plenty of outlets in the house, and it would be a simple matter to just plug into another, but I resist doing that. I never lose hope that one day I'll succeed.
There is a sound I hate to hear, usually occurring late at night when I'm ready to go to sleep. It is the dreaded sound of the TV remote falling on the floor, meaning I'd missed the headboard where I meant to put it. Invariably, the remote lands under the bed, from where it is no easy task to retrieve it. Finding it usually means getting out of bed, locating a flashlight and a yardstick or such, getting down on my knees and fishing under the bed. Sometimes the battery guard falls off, and it and the batteries are strewn around the room. What choice do I have; do you know how frustrating it is not to be able to turn the TV off once you've decided to do so. Trying to ignore the sound then is like trying to ignore Chinese water torture.
Whether I'm trying to pay a bill online, fill out an application of some type, or just try to download information, there are many times when you have to enter your address. No problem there, except when it comes to the state, NY is always on the next site choice. I wish it were right up there with Alabama and Massachusetts; why does NY have to be relegated to the next page.
Hearing so much about sugary drinks makes me want one. Hey, that's what keeps hummingbirds alive, isn't it? They can't be all bad.
Locks of Love: Such a great way to encourage hair donations. What could be a sweeter story about a girl or woman sacrificing her locks in order to help those who have lost theirs due to cancer or other dread disease. Except I believe in most cases, that is only a story, not the truth. If you've ever researched the criteria for what hair can be used for wigmaking, you'll find there are very strict guidelines in order to qualify as a donor. Besides, artificial hairpieces have come a very long way since the old days when they looked so awful..Most customized wigs or hairpieces now are indistinguishable from real hair, and are better looking and more affordable than donated hair from real heads. A lovely story though.
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