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Things I Wished I Liked:


~Seafood...then my husband could take me out a hot, expensive date instead of to the Olive Garden like we're stuck with every time we go out to dinner.

~Running...see previous post.

~Mushrooms...it would make it so much easier to eat, well, pretty much everything. (Again, see previous post, obviously I find plenty of non-mushroom containing things to eat...)

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~Goat Cheese...'cuz it seems like the cool thing to do.

~Sweating...See Running, above. Also, then I would have a reason for all this inappropriate perspiring I do. Too bad I don't lose weight with all the fluid seeping from my underarms at the most inopportune times.

~Cutting up fruit...fruit makes itself so inconvenient to eat. Doritos on the other hand? Grab, rip, chow down.

~Shaving my legs...or maybe I wish more that I didn't mind having hairy legs.

~Winter...it would make living in this ice box we call "Minnesota", so much easier.


~Bike riding...my butt bones protest. Loudly.

~Editing photos...I like to get it right the first time. Editing = time consuming.

~Mornings...as it is, mornings are dead to me. They take a place somewhere between Hitler and Satan on my list.

~Cleaning...it shares a spot with Mornings.

~Blog posts that end awkwardly...like this one.



Comments

  1. Haha! Love this!
    I wish I liked CHEESE. I hate it... so my food choices are very limiting! :S

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  2. We have a lot in common lol. I don't like seafood either, or goat cheese, or running, or sweating, or shaving my legs hahaha. I don't see a problem ;)

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  3. I wish I loved running and sweating too!!

    I don't like seafood but don't really want to like it either. ha!

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  4. You live in Minnesota and you don't like snow & cold? Now that IS a problem. Yikes!

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  5. I can relate to the sore butt bones! I finally bought a wider seat for my bike and it makes such a great difference!!

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  6. I feel the same way on a lot of your points.

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  7. I dislike most of those things too. I especially hate cheese. yuk!

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  8. I love the Olive but not seafood:-)

    Goat cheese is just weird and running, eh, bad knees so no biggie right:-)

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