My poor renters. It's freezing and doing nothing but rain on the island. Meanwhile, here in the city, where we don't care so much about the weather (after all, there are still museums), we've been having a gathering of sistahs. We grazed on gourmet snacks, laughed, gossiped and complained.
The sisters from the Bay Area also began collecting a list of annoyances. Don't you just hate. . .
. . . Ugh boots?
. . . high school seniors wearing college sweatshirts?
. . . blow-in cards in magazines?
. . . people counting carbs, as in, for instance, V-8 has half the carbs of OJ?
. . . menu items, particularly in unpronounceable foreign languages, that require diners to order using complete names?
. . . cut-off denim skirts with exposed pockets hanging below the hemline?
. . . insincere airline announcements about how much they appreciate your business?
. . . LiveStrong bracelets?
To that we could add: rain at the beach.
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
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