Yesterday I ran downstairs to check on how the astroturf is drying out since the Great Sewer Pump Debacle of '09. A soaked floor greeted me--and a steady stream of liquid pouring out of a cracked pipe connector leading from our new sewer lift pump. I said bad words. I called the plumber. He came immediately and fixed it.
Before I go again to the basement to deal with sewer water, I simply must put on my Ranty-Pants and share:
Things I think are yucky:
My complexion when I wear orange or even the slightly wrong shade of red
"chicken" nuggets (yeah, I'm talking to you, too, soy substitutes!)
Tinsel. Actually, tinsel isn't so much yucky as it is tacky. And Mr. D loves it. He sweetly asked a week ago if, now that the boys are older and not inclined to put Christmas ornaments in their mouths, can we have tinsel, please? I caved like a California mudslide. He asks for so little. I've used the "child safety" excuse for over a decade to avoid tinsel on my tree. Sure, honey, this once we can do it for the sake of your nostalgia.
I bought him a box of tinsel and he added it to our tree last night. Then he mentioned that we really needed 3 boxes to make it look right. Which is why I think tinsel is tacky--it COVERS all the decorating on your tree--especially the way he and his kin are prone to using it. Gobbing it on in huge clumps that hide everything beneath and behind--I mean, what's the point?
But I love him. Tacky tinsel and all.
Spill it, reader. What's on your Yuck List?