Looking in the mirror. (Unless run-ins with spinach or poppy seeds have been recent.)
Wearing glasses.
Trying on pants.
The first day of working on a writing project.
Curry.
Furniture stores.
Glass noodles. (The edible kind not the pool toy– how would they float?)
Jet-setting.
Movies that take place in post apocalyptic settings or ones with lots of hospital scenes.
Little kids who are mean to each other for no damn good reason.
“People”, “A Horse With No Name” and pretty much anything Phillip Glass has stuck his name on.
Wine tasting.
E-Bay. (Though, I don’t mind presents from there.)
Getting dressed up. (Especially getting into costume other than a cowboy hat. Surprisingly, I love sailor’s caps.)
Guessing whatever household decision my wife wants my oh, so valuable opinion on.
Nude scenes in a movie where blood (and plenty of it) could be spilled any moment.
When a meal sounds very tasty but then the eatery has to stick in one stupid ingredient (curry, peppers, shitake mushrooms or Swiss chard) to louse it up beyond all repair. By this I mean the whole meal is overwhelmed by the flavor or it is just too time consuming to weed out all the offending pieces.
The Red States.
You forgot ‘Instaplay’.
ALL the red states? There have got to be some hip happenings somewhere in a red state…
Bananas seem to do that if you put them in a smoothie or milkshake. It all tastes good except for the fact that it SLIGHTLY tastes like bananas and that makes it ENTIRELY taste like bananas. Not that bananas taste bad. They’re just a flavor diffuser