THEN: My father was a tyrant and would get very angry if he could hear us kids chewing gum, popping bubbles with gum, or chewing chips or crunchy snacks (even with our mouths closed).
NOW: When I am around someone and am eating something crunchy, I suck on it a little first to make it soft so no one can hear me crunching. On my first date with my H, he noticed me sucking on potato chips before I chewed them and was like "what the hell are you doing?" Oh, and I cannot chew on ice cubes, that used to drive my father crazy most of all.
So I tell my husband all this, he thinks it's hilarious, and to this day when I eat something crunchy, he will comment that he can hear me and even though he is being funny, I still feel like I am doing something wrong.
Funny thing is, my best friend lived across the street and went everywhere with us. I found out recently that SHE sucks on chips and crunchy snacks because of MY father as well. My father not only screwed us up, but the neighbor kids as well. What an azzhole.
Same thing, only with food. Any food smacking sounds... oh my gosh it's GOTTA stop now. My dad drilled that into me big time.
can't even believe I'm going to talk about this but you're all asleep and it won't matter in a few hours
when I was little I used to get really bad constipation and my mum used to sit with me and watch me as I was going to make sure everything was 'ok'
now I can't do it anywhere other than my own house - and I mean anywhere. I used to go on school trips and hold it in for a week. When I was at university there was a toilet on my corridor but obviously there were people walking past all the time so I couldn't use it - I used to walk all the way round to the english corridor which was empty at nights and go there. When I lived in a house with four other people I could only go when everyone was out and I knew they'd be out for a while
living with a husband who used to find it hilarious to tap on the door when I was in the bathroom and pretend he was watching me through the keyhole was pure and utter torture...
My best mate once had a p*o in a nightclub loo when I was next door - I've never been more horrified in my life. Those women that double up in a cubicle - OMFG never in a million years
H used to come in and do it when I was in the bath - unable.to.cope.
ooh that feels good to get it off my chest heh heh
OMG!!! I'm laughing so hard, I might poop my pants.............in honor of this thread!
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~ A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband. She says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you". Her husband asks, "Is that you or the wine talking?"...She replies, "It's me ... talking to the wine.
my hubby is the opposite... he can't take a crap with me in the bathroom so he holds it (even if im in the shower) but when im taking a crap he doesn't mind standing right there blabbering away about something... lol.
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~ A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband. She says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you". Her husband asks, "Is that you or the wine talking?"...She replies, "It's me ... talking to the wine.
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~ A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband. She says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you". Her husband asks, "Is that you or the wine talking?"...She replies, "It's me ... talking to the wine.
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~ A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband. She says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you". Her husband asks, "Is that you or the wine talking?"...She replies, "It's me ... talking to the wine.
That's it...my next vacation is back to the Deep South to find out if it's the heat or the bugs that make you all spend so much time Southern Comforting each other!
The devil went down to Georgia....Put 2nd in a cage....then played that fiddle so d*mned loud....His tooth flew out in rage....
Come on down, I'll share some Southern Comfort with ya! I've got plenty of spray for the bugs and AC!!!!!!
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~ A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband. She says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you". Her husband asks, "Is that you or the wine talking?"...She replies, "It's me ... talking to the wine.
Y'all ain't got enough Comfort or spray to kill those alleged "palmetto bugs" you have down there. When the can of Raid is smaller than the bug, there's a problem. Also, when the thing scurrying is as big as a housecat, it leaves the *bug* category and enters the "We In Deep Sh*t" category.
You come here. I'll make skiwerl stew and keep you safe from Sasquach Joe and the bears.
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~ A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband. She says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you". Her husband asks, "Is that you or the wine talking?"...She replies, "It's me ... talking to the wine.
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~ A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband. She says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you". Her husband asks, "Is that you or the wine talking?"...She replies, "It's me ... talking to the wine.
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~ A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband. She says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you". Her husband asks, "Is that you or the wine talking?"...She replies, "It's me ... talking to the wine.
That's hilarous, Dolly! roflmao I think we have the same *mum*...one of my mother's favorite topics is whether or not everyone is "regular"..."ruffage" is a special word...I always say if I wish to discuss my bowel habits, I will let her know.
As for me, best I can figure is I was dropped on my head a few times...getting anyone to admit it now is useless...statute of limitations and all.
oh god my mother and 'roughage' - she had a problem with her a*s recently (I won't go into detail) but every time I saw her she insisted on telling me about her 'lovely soft bowel movements'. I mean seriously woman, you've known me for 37 years I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT
Unfortunately as soon as anyone finds out about my phobia all they can talk about is sh*t
Then: My older brother and I used to put on "shows" for the family. We'd spend the morning rehearsing which songs we were going to dance to, sometimes we were super serious about it, other times was just silliness and laughing. When we were ready, we'd create a flier announcing what time our show would start... then the fam had to sit there (lol for hours - such good sports!) while we cued up the songs and take turns performing. Often I just skipped around in circles with pointy toes and pretended to be a ballerina.
Now: At random moments it will hit and I'll burst into ballerina leaps into the air across the apartment. If H is cooking, I'll leap into the kitchen and twirl around. This would be sweet and elegant if I was a ballerina. I'm not. He gives the attention I seek though and will "oooh" and "ahh" over the moves I make. Sometimes he provides commentary. It usually ends up with me completely out of breath and in hysterics. Basically, I'm immature.
Hello, long lost sister! I wasn't sure if other people did this. I swear your post made my day. My kids love this about me. It's a great stress reliever! Dance on, sis!
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Re: Then and now....................... 
I'm laughing so hard, I might poop my pants.............in honor of this thread! 
I was in my cage and my leafies were green.................thank goodness! 
I sprinkled some crumbled blue cheese and bacon bits over it though. 
