I rue cat sand! I rue sleeping in a bed that has a sand box full of sand ground into my sheets. It’s gritty and disgusting and as much as I love the kitty, I rue cat sand!!
I rue the smell of curry! I rue that I love love love eating curry but the smell of it mere moments after the last bite makes me gag!!
I rue cold sheets… I rue that I love to (and am required) sleep with the window open but that makes the sheets freezing. I rue the feeling of forcing yourself to flop down on the cold pillow, knowing it will make you tense and cranky when that’s. It the way you should feel going to bed!
I rue gauge swatches and my own stupid inability to get my head around making them! I rue that knitting an entire gigantico mitten took more time than a teeny little swatch!
I rue typing on a tiny screen. Even tho I rue it, im not going back to check for mistakes so good luck!
I rue now having to go to bed in my freezing cold, curry scented, cat sand infested bed and I don’t even have a mitten to keep me warm because it’s big enough to fit my gritty freezing cold THIGH!