Aphex wrote: » The shower itself is great. It's the drying part
The Backwards Man wrote: » I love mowing grass. I could mow and mow all day and never get tired of it.
Larianne wrote: » It's the removal of the clothing. The freezing in the nip. And the drying afterwards, you're right.
Senor Fancy Pants wrote: » Tell us moar! :pac:
Larianne wrote: » Then the lotion.... :pac:
Ol' Donie wrote: » Now, I do love cutting the grass.... F*ckin hate empyyng the yoke that collects the grass, though. Stupid flap thing keeps closing on my hand when i empty it into the stupid black bag. The bag doesn't stay open either and the grass goes all over the place. Whatever grass comes out, that is. Most of it won't budge until I reach my hand in and drag it out. And who's holding the black bag when I do that? NO ONE! So it's f*ckin rake time again. Stupid, stupid grass.
The Backwards Man wrote: » Pooping.
Samsgirl wrote: » Changing dirty nappies!!
lukesmom wrote: » Putting duvet covers on duvets makes me angry and frustrated. I HATE changing them but do them all every week. Four duvets to change every week. Sometimes I'll ask himself to do it because he knows how mad it makes me.
Aphex wrote: » I hate when the lawnmower keeps cutting out because the grass is too wet and gathers up around the blades :mad:
The Backwards Man wrote: » My trick is to imagine the duvet cover is a pair of jeans I used to wear 15 years ago. Line it up and keep wiggling until you get it in.
The Backwards Man wrote: » Line it up and keep wiggling until you get it in.
fussyonion wrote: » Folding clothes, especially T-shirts. I haven't mastered the art of folding a T-shirt properly and the sleeve bits never sit right, so it never looks neat. Folding towels is rage-inducing; you grab both corners and fold but THEY NEVER MEET UP FOR SOME REASON leaving you with an uneven side. Changing the duvet cover because I have weak arms and hooshing the duvet (I have a goose feather one) down the bed so the feathers reach the bottom just makes my arms ache. Changing the fitted sheet, also, no matter what size I buy, no matter what I do, one side of the bed always has more sheet than the other That night, you get into bed...you wake the next day and THE FITTED SHEET HAS COME AWAY FROM THE MATTRESS. You ignore it for a while, but the next day it's completely come away from the corners. It's enough to make me cry. Dropping something on the floor is another one. I suffer from acid reflux so if I bend over, I get raging heartburn. I was drying the dishes today and I dropped the same spoon FOUR TIMES. I actually said to the spoon "If you fall once more, I'll kill you." Cleaning the fridge is tiresome too. Cleaning the toilet-I don't really mind cleaning it but I do hate when you lift the lid to clean it and you notice some poo and you wipe it with a tissue and you try to avoid looking at the tissue which has the unmistakable brown mark on it and it makes you retch. Cleaning dried toothpaste off the sink. Cleaning pots with dried-on baked beans. I'll think of more later.