I’m Just Not That Into…

Fireworks.  That sounds pretty bah-humbug considering we just celebrated the 4th of July–kinda like saying you don’t like Christmas tress on December 25th, but fireworks just don’t interest me.  I love the patriotism of July 4th, honoring America and our independence, and all the celebrations–just not the fireworks–at least the backyard type.  Now I don’t mind seeing a professional display, at a safe distance–but that’s about it.  Fireworks actually scare me–the big booms make me jump, and I’m always afraid they’re going to start a fire.  I never liked it when neighborhood kids set them off–someone always got hurt, yet they were out there every year, launching bottle rockets and sparklers.  I was especially afraid this year given how dry so places are–one errant spark and a fire could ignite. God Bless America, but hold the fireworks.

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beloved by many, feared by me

I’m also not into laundry.  I just don’t like doing it, mostly because it’s such a looooong process.  If it was merely a case of putting the dirty stuff into the washing maching, it wouldn’t be so bad.  But nooooo.  Then you have to take the stuff out and put it in the dryer.  Then you have to take it out and fold it.  Then you have to take the stuff to the various rooms of the house and put the washed/dried/folded items away.  Basically, it’s a big pain in the ass.  And it never ends.  No sooner do I get a load washed, dried, folded and put away, then there”s more dirty stuff that requires the entire process.  Crap, what’s that I hear?  Oh–it’s the dryer beeping.  Another load ready to be folded.  Laundry. Blech.

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It never ends

Is there anything you’re not into? Do you love fireworks? How about laundry?  And hey–first person who says they love laundry is invited to Casa D’Alessandro for a VERY extended visit

 

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