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Well that was....humiliating.

remember

Alan called me and woke me during our newborn Sarah's morning nap. He said to turn on the T.V. to any channel. I did.

What I hate

I hate when I go to switch the large load of towels into the dryer and realize that I never reset the washer from the small load water setting to the large load.

I hate when I follow the recipe exactly and the pie crust refuses to roll out without tearing, or it rolls out but I can't get it into the pie pan without holes. I hate making pie crust.

I hate having to unpick something I sewed wrong.

I hate forgetting to be somewhere important. Sorry attorney dude.

I hate crying in public. I like feeling the Spirit, but I hate that it's hardwired to my tear ducts.

I hate losing my temper, especially when it's directed at my children, even though it rarely happens. I really hate that.

I hate colored greens. Blech!

I hate splashing bleach on my new shirt.

I hate exercise. I do it, but I don't like it.

I hate when I can't figure out why the baby is crying and fix it.