I hate ketchup. I hate the way it smells. I hate the way it feels. I hate the way it tastes. I hate the way both of my daughters love it and leave puddles of it on plates they pile on the sink that I have to scrape off when loading the dishwasher.
I also hate "catch up", which is what I really need to do in terms of this blog. It's funny, I almost feel like I've been neglecting a child or something.
There has been a lot going on. Not much of it is good. That's okay, though. I just don't feel like talking about it.
I'll get back to sharing my thoughts and observations on a regular basis soon ... I just had to get this damn ketchup (catch up ;-)) post out of the way first ...
Originally, this blog was intended to be my take on life, a way to write regularly, and so forth. I'd like to move it in a different direction a bit, using my own lens to contemplate stuff going on in the world. Please comment ... I love conversations!!!!
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I'm the same way about mayonnaise! YUCK!!
ReplyDeleteThe one thing I hate about ketchup (or catsup, depending on the brand) is that it's hard to find it without that nasty shit that's in half the supermarket products; high fructose corn syrup!
I'm with Pat, mayonnaise is NASTY! I hate the way it smells, the way it feels...well, you know the rest. ; )
ReplyDeleteWe'll be here when you're ready to 'ketchup'.
Writing should be fun, not a chore, not work. If your heart's not in it, don't write.
ReplyDeleteBut it's nice to know you're alive. ;-)
I have to rinse off the plate if we have fries cus it makes me ill too.
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