Doing homework in the dining hall I tuned Nicole's (The saint who makes my omelets) conversation with another dining hall worker: "I've been married to the same damn man for 26 years. Cut the crap. I don't need yo chocolate. I don't need yo balloons. I don't need yo cards. Get me some power tools. I need a damn saw." Kudos to this woman. I feel the same way. I HATE when people give me chocolate and candy. You KNOW I won't eat it. I'll regift it, give it to B, or it'll just sit and stale on my shelf. I mean unless you bought it for me so I give it back to you so you can eat it. You sly dog. Or when my mom gives me spa kits as presents. She does this almost every year - think she's hinting at something? What the hell am I going to do with aloe gel socks when my calluses are too thick for it to even penetrate to my throbbing muscles? And the last time I tried to trim my nail buds resulted in layers of gauze and a trash can full of bloody tiss...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.