Category: passive aggressive

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

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I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served me.… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, memoir, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitchesLeave a comment

(re-run) I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, memoir, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitchesLeave a comment

I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served me.… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitches, UncategorizedLeave a comment

I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served me.… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitches, Uncategorized1 Comment

I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served me.… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper