I have plenty of weighty whines that I'm pretty sure I've whined before. So here are the silly ones.
The Domestic Goddess (God bless her) only cleans one set of windows. They are ones that I use frequently, but there are a few more that bug me. I am somehow incapable of asking her to wash the others, since some deep part of me is uncomfortable that I even have the blessing of said Domestic Goddess. Neither can I motivate myself and/or my children to wash the windows that are bugging me.
Karma is biting me in the butt. I remember vividly, as a child, going shopping with my mother. She would point out some kind of outfit or garment and ask me if I liked it. "I don't know" would be my consistent refrain, whether I liked it or not. Sweet is doing the same thing. I don't know how my mother did not bonk me on the head or make me wear burlap.
My refrigerator door does not open all the way, because it hits the wall. This means that the right-side vegetable drawer doesn't open all the way either.
These whines are scarily easy to think of, so I think I'l stop now.