When I first started this blog, Wednesday’s post was always Whiny Wednesday. It was fun for a while, but then I got tired of hearing myself complain. But I’m not tired of hearing you complain, so Whiny Wednesdays is making a comeback…with a twist.
This week the Whiny Wednesday topic is wide open; you can come and complain about anything you choose, related to this site or not. The only caveat is that you have to whine in sentences of three words only. Example: Mad at cat. Ate my flowers. Puked on carpet. Scratched my furniture. Refused my tickles. Getting a dog.
(This idea is stolen from a writing exercise in Abigail Thomas’ book, Thinking About Memoir. The original exercise is to write about a whole decade of your life in sentences of three words.)
Anyway, whine away!
Did whiny yesterday. Sniveled much here.
UTIs are painful.
Whine some more.
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Love this event! However, can’t participate. Having good day. Femara cost $30. Defeated insurance nazis. Definately whine later. Maybe next week? Hormonal days ahead!
Checked the mail. Received my packet. School starts soon. Vacation is ending. Boo hoo hoo.
Mancave is stinky. Odor pervading house. Cannot locate source. Must close door. Love the man. Repenting the carpet.
My husband got the grand idea to primer our deck before we painted it. Apparantly this is not something you can do before staining the deck, so guess who spent most of today stripping the primer off the deck in 85 degree heat? Yep….that would be me!
Laugh out loud! You ladies rock. Thanks for giggles. Oh, don’t forget. Whining is therapeutic. (Three words, Jodi? Sorry about deck.)
Dislikes selfish people. Mom I’m not. Pray I can. Love my hubby. He’s my rock. Wish people understood.
Friend’s birthday party. Shy 4-year-old girl. Pretty green costume. It is familiar. “Do you like Arial?” She nods, smiles. “Who’s your favorite?” Her mother smiles. “Jasmine, Belle, Cinderella.” “They’re mine too!” Her smile widens. “Thanks,” mom whispers. We chat more. Another mom approaches. Children are introduced. First mom turns. Backs to me. I stand alone. No membership card.