What do you INTENSELY DISLIKE?

When Nannie has a 3.25 oz cup of pudding, and it takes her 30 minutes to eat it... because she takes 20 minutes to scrape out every single little leftover shadow of pudding in the cup with the tip of her spoon. 

Forty continuous minutes of high-pitched baby-talk to and about the dog, who is "so sweet; he's so precious; I just love him to death; I'll tell you one thing [oh, if it was only ONE thing!] that is the most precious kitty. How old is she? When did you get her? She is soooo precious. Oh, I forgot he was a dog. Such a precious, sweet dog. Look at him, he is so sweet and good-looking, I just love him so much. He is just so precious".........Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat...............

Edited Nov 18, 2019 by No Stars In My Eyes

4 hours ago, FranEMTnurse said:

kids screaming to see who can scream the loudest.

 

And they REALLY like to do it in a large, echoing store. So, I agree 100%, because the shrill of it will pierce your eardrums!

Driving straight into the late afternoon sun; it shows me how hazy-dirty the inner windshield is. And then later, I forget to clean it off.

Being read to from Nannie's morning newspaper, all the obituaries of people I don't even know; with emphasis on their ages.

Nobody hardly ever writes letters or uses snail-mail anymore. It used to be fun anticipating what might show up in the mailbox on any given day.

Now all I get are GIMME letters from a gazillion money raising agencies, political and election stuff, catalogs, offers for insurance or credit cards, most ALL of which go straight to the shredding machine. I shred more crappy mail than ever, these days, than I get to enjoy reading. OH WELL, dammit! 

Didn't you know, amoLu, that those packages that are child-proof, aren't ... but they all are NURSE-PROOF?! 

This morning I am disgruntled that the Sunday newspapers haven't been delivered and it is going on 11:45 AM. 

Not 'intensely disliked', but saddened that The Blue Side isn't used for silly play, like it used to be. Guess we're all sober-sides now. Phooey, but OH WELL!

Crazed Christmas Consumerism