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Why doesn't anyone feel like being playful/funny/silly anymore? I have NEVER seen the Blue Side so somber. Phooey! Y'know?

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"Nobody likes me, Everybody hates me, Think I'll go eat worms."

OH WELL!    😞

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8 minutes ago, No Stars In My Eyes said:

Why doesn't anyone feel like being playful/funny/silly anymore? I have NEVER seen the Blue Side so somber. Phooey! Y'know?

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"Nobody likes me, Everybody hates me, Think I'll go eat worms."

OH WELL!    😞

Heh, heh. Didja eat some worms like ya said ya were gonna do? If ya did, how did they taste? Did ja fry em er boil em er roast em? Jest wondering' 😏

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(Thank you, FranEM!!! 😊)

Would you believe I dried some in the oven at 250 degrees for 45 minutes, then crushed them with a rolling pin and added the powdered worms to a chocolate smoothie?

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When  I was 15, my mother bought me a paperback called The I Hate To Cook Book. She told me I was going to prepare supper for my younger brother and dad one evening a week.  I was not too thrilled.

The first 12+ years of our marriage, I cooked a complete farm-hand type meal for supper every night, so when hubby came home from work, he'd wash his hands and chow down vigorously (I am a good cook) until he would lean back and groan, "I ate too much again!" 

Eventually I grew to hate having to even think about, or prepare anything! By then I was fortunate enough to get 12 hour private duty cases that were either 7A to 7P --or-- 8A to 8P ....usually at a facility that served meals....until I got a patient in her own home, for whom I had to prepare THREE meals a day! AAARRRRRGGGGHHH!  

Now I prefer to have the simplest, easiest foods to grab and eat, preferably prepared by others, to fill my hunger hole. Or you can take me out to a restaurant....

Duzz that ansirr yore kweschin?

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Yep, Yer jest lyk Me then. I was forced to cook for 12 people every night, and I learned to hate it too although I also can cook a good meal. When I first got married, I cooked normal, delicious meals for my husband until he told me he only wanted Heinz vegetarian beans mashed up and water with butter added to them. He had them 3 times a day every day, because that was all he wanted. WEERD!

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What is back a total ass now no longer because he got his but under control so regrets it and now wishes to be forgiven whith 513

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Wanna give us a clue, or we just supposed to know? 

I think you have to forgive yourself first, don't you?

Where is the question in your post?

Are you even on the right thread?

 

Edited by No Stars In My Eyes

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I think it's much more pleasant to live in my own little world, where serious-ity is seldom contemplated, unless it will lead to something creatively satisfying; don't you think that is a nicer approach?

Edited by No Stars In My Eyes

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