Daily Prompt: Hate to love

Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.

Hmmm…. let’s think about this. My husband is still with me (after 44 years) meaning that one of my guilty pleasures that I hate to love was not collecting husbands. I suppose I am a one man woman. I belong to Facebook, a guilty pleasure that I actually love. I was just a little bit addicted to Facebook games. Not a lot, I did have a pet in Petville, a house and appartment in Yoville, a farm in Farmville and my favourite was my Café in Cafe World. I even cured myself of most of the games I hated to love, but Cafe World remained until the bitter end, when I one day decided there is another life out there, so I closed my Café. Do I miss it? Absolutely not. I now have more time to blog, do the washing, the ironing, clean windows, clean the kitchen, keep the bathroom clean and go to my Tai Chi classes once a week. In between in my spare time I do a little gardening and spoil my three cats (and my husband, if he is not spoiling me).

But after reading what I have written, I seem to be the perfect example of a housewife to be admired. And now to admit my guilty secret, my guilty pleasure that I hate to love. No-one is perfect.

Wedding ring

So here it is, the naked truth. This is my left hand. Nothing special really. OK, it is not the best of hands, not ideal for a Nivea Cream advertisement or whatever. Being a golden oldie, there are a few marks to tell my age. No do not look too close at the fingernails. I do not bite my nails, never did. They grew to enormous lengths when I was younger, and were painted in various colours from pink to black. Today I do not bother with manicure, otherwise I could not type so well on the keyboard of the computer. No the problem is the surroundings of the nails. Just have a nibble now and again. Perhaps I suffer from a vitamin deficiency that chewing around the nails helps to combat. Am I nervious? Not really, although I can tend to make everyone in my surroundings feel a bit nervous now and again. So there it is, the naked truth. I chew around my fingernails from time to time, and I hate loving it.

Sometimes this Daily Prompt thing reminds me of  some sort of addict organisation. “My name is Angloswiss and I do things I hate to love.”

Daily Post: Hate to Love

11 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Hate to love

  1. I agree with you about the addictive nature of Facebook games – I started Farmville and it began taking over my life! I backed out fairly quickly and haven`t played any other games. The computer itself is addiction enough – who needs caffeine? Nice, honest blog on your part.


  2. I was never into FB games, thanks God. I do love two series which are pretty much chick-flicks: Sex and the City and Gossip Girl; but I do not hate it that I love them :))) i do hate that i love stuff which is not always healthy for me (like cappuccino instead of black coffee).


  3. I like golden oldie I think I will hm,hm, appropriate it for myself. It beats ‘old fart’ any time. I like your hand with the wedding ring. I guess we are both golden oldies together. 🙂


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  6. Your hand is beautiful. I love how time can show our paths on our hands. Mine aren’t showing too much yet, but I look at my mother’s hands and I know they will with time.


  7. This was a sweet post. Congratulations on 44 years of marriage. That’s something to be proud of in this day and age. I love the photo. I was a FB addict and deleted my account back in August. I don’t miss it…. well maybe a little at first but not now. I have so much more time to do other more productive things.


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