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A few things I despise:

* Kidz Bop. For reasons too numerous to post.

* Bathroom stalls where the door opens into the bathroom and not out--so you're left with 3 inches of clearance between the door and the toilet. This seems to be standard design for public bathrooms and I find it both unsanitary and physically impossible to manage without climbing atop the toilet seat. I cannot believe that someone was dumb enough to conceive such a bad design and that others are dumb enough to keep replicating such a bad design.

* Making dinner. When I do, no one's around to eat it, when I don't, everyone shows up wondering what's for dinner. And of course, everything I make for dinner turns to sh*t, which makes the entire process of meal planning-grocery shopping-growing-picking-food prep-clean up even more demoralizing. I'd be willing to toss insti-food tablets at my family like Jane Jetson did.

* While I don't find it despicable, this weather is laughable. I should've planted mangoes, guavas and pineapples. Had I known we'd have torrential rains daily, I'd have planned my garden much better. Observe my rain barrels last night:

This one overflows, creating a huge, sopping mess.

Here the rain flows out of the downspout like a fire hose, shooting right past the full rain barrel.

At least we don't have water in our basement. And I don't have to water anything. I actually have to walk around with a sponge and dry everything off.
Spill it, reader. What makes you owly?

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