Things that annoy me but shouldnt, part 2

I may have mentioned this before but it's getting critical.

Over the past two-and-a-half years I've lost around thirty pounds (14kg). Now, going into that I had gained about ten, so mid-2020 my waistline was seriously crowding my trousers and I wore my suit coats unbuttoned.

However, I've now got to the point that I need a belt if I'm going to take more than a step without my trousers falling down, but I've gotten to the last hole in said belt and am starting to get an uneasy feeling about the hips.

This is a good thing, I never got to "obese" but I've got 7-10 pounds more to go before I stop being "overweight."

But I wonder how much of my wardrobe I'm going to have to replace...

 

What annoys me today is cooking for an under-taster when I am an over-taster.

Yes, it probably needs to the salted, taste it first. *rolls eyes*

 

Reminds me of the way my mom used to cook. When my sister and I were young she made everything very mild, but she was a lifelong smoker, and her taste buds were slowly burning out, so she kept adding more spice to everything. Until the point where she was buying those tiny little bottles of Tobasco sauce by the dozen and dumping it in everything.

I sometimes had to make my own food instead.

 

That's why tailors were invented ...

 

Oh, I'm on a first-name basis with the ladies at the tailor shop, but it's still a lot of work and on my budget buying new or paying for alterations is kind of a toss-up.

Spoiler

I mostly shop at Uniqlo and on clearance. It's not uncommon for me to spend more on initial alterations than on the piece itself.

 

I spoke to my father this evening. He’s still a dip shit. He and his wife live about fifty miles north of Tampa, Florida. Hurricane Ian is projected to make landfall in the Tampa area, and my father thinks being fifty miles away means all they’ll get is a lot of rain. I asked him how much good would being fifty miles away be when the hurricane is three hundred miles wide.

 

Flat as Florida is, they might not even miss the sea surge.

 

Sorry to get all up in your personal life with this, but I can't help but think this would be a great opening line of a novel.

 

I love Uniqlo. Now that i moved away from the mall that had the store, i shop online and thats a bit of a hassle because of the sizing difference...
(Their sizes, i found, tend to run small...)

 

Nearly as good as, “It was the day my grandmother exploded.” from Iain M. Banks’s, The Crow Road.

 

You’re welcome for the prompt.

 

Coughing is annoying.

 

Don't mind the ocassional cough, but hiccups must be evil spirits punching your lungs.

 

Agreed about hiccups. But the coughs that are rough and non-stop than won't let me sleep? Horrible.

 

A few years ago a prolonged spell of coughing landed me in the ICU with a collapsed lung.

You know how doctors and nurses ask you to rate your pain on a scale of one to ten -- with ten being the worst pain you can imagine? Thanks to that episode, I now have a benchmark for "ten." The treatment for a collapsed lung is to cut a hole in your chest and insert a tube so they can suck the extraneous air out of the chest cavity to allow the lung to re-inflate. They carve the hole for that suction tube while you're awake, with just a couple of jabs of Novocaine.

 

Ouch times ten.

 

Yikes. I heard an interview with F1 driver Niki Lauda once where he described how they vacuumed melted plastic out of his lungs after his horrible fiery crash. So I'm crossing F1 driver off my list of career options.

 

Gifts, or more specifically wrapped gifts. And yes I can see how ungrateful that makes me look but let me explain. It’s that moment when the giver is watching you unwrap your gift, waiting to see your face explode into unadulterated joy, and all the time you’re thinking whatever this is, I won’t be able to look naturally pleased, and sure enough you finally get the wrapping off and your face suddenly decides it wants to make you look like you just sucked on a lemon.

 

I recently got a gift I really liked from some friends, a space pen. But yeah, I often tell people to not bother giving me gifts. The biggest reason is that my home is filled to the brim with things, and I can't really fill it up anymore.
Practical consumable gifts, like socks, underwear, and edibles are fine.

 

So, edible underwear is like the pinnacle of perfect gift-giving for you then, right?

 

And if you eat the right parts first, it could be used as an abbacus for a while, before you finish eating it!

 

That's why I never give you anything.

 

Oh wow, that takes me back! An ex girlfriend thought they'd make a fun Valentines Day gift. I can't say they were all that sexy, but we both had a good laugh, which was sexy in its own way. Still, if you're going to play those sorts of games, some high quality chocolate sauce is a lot more fun

 

Oh, a Space Pen. What do you think? I got the matt black bullet after years of my brain refusing to pay that much for a pen. I love it’s compact size when closed, but I find the nib’s a little prone to getting those blobs of semi-dried ink around them. Suppose that’s what you get with a pressurised system.

I did wonder.