I can't do a cartwheel. By the time I wanted to learn, I was a 5'10" 8th grader and increasingly clumsy. It didn't work out.
I can't drive a stick shift. Andy's been trying to get me to learn on his car, but I'm afraid I will make the car blow up.
I can't own a short hair dog. They give me horrible itchy hives. But this does not stop me from petting them. I just couldn't own one. Long haired dogs don't give me the same reaction for some reason.
Actually, I can't own any more pets. Andy said he will get me a shopping cart with my name on it because I will be homeless if I bring any more animals into the house.
I can't do math. Well, I can do simple math, but anything beyond that makes me want to cry. How I passed calculus in college is a miracle.
I can't lie to those close to me. I know I shouldn't anyways, but when I try to, I cave within 5 minutes and the truth comes spilling out of me.
I can't stand birds. They scare the living #$% out of me. The geese that hang out behind my work taunt me on a daily basis.
I can't go in the scary "door room" in our basement. It is the old coal room for the house where they used to store coal for heating. It's now full of old doors and windows from the house. I've been in there twice since we moved in. It gives me the creeps big time.
I can't sleep without the noise of a fan. I started sleeping with one in college to drown out the noise in the dorms, and now I can't sleep without it.
I can't drink whiskey. I get the instant throw up feeling in my mouth when I do.
I can't play golf. Andy says he doesn't have the patience to teach me and that it would be easier to spend $400 to have a pro teach me. That's not happening anytime soon.
I can't go more than a few hours without checking some sort of social media (Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, etc.). It's a sickness.
I can't be out in the heat for long. I get heat stroke so quickly it's ridiculous. Heat is also a migraine trigger for me. Summer is super fun for me in Omaha. Not.
What can't you do?
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That's a lot of negativity for one post - just sayin - what happened to the positive Sharron we all know and love!? I can't do math either though :( My daughter may be doomed.
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justyn
I can't do math either. It's actually kind of embarrassing. I also need a fan to be able to sleep at night. I can't fall asleep with the TV on. Chris watches it with the closed captioning on, and I wear a mask.
You have made me realize all of the wonderful things I cannot do. I think I may have to "link up" and discuss over on MI. Don't worry, I'll give vous creative credito.
We have a lot of "things I can't do in common". I've never compared things I can't do with others, so you're the first I've noticed this with. :P
omygosh, i'm so with you on a LOT of these! specially the can't sleep without a fan. i even have a back up app "Relax and Sleep" on my phone in case of a non fan room emergency.
Distinctly M
Why can't I think of things I can't do?!? There are lots. I can't seem to hang up my clothes in a timely manner. They all get piled onto my vanity chair. I can't seem to focus at work for more than 15 minutes at a time. I'm the model employee.
Oh man! I can't do cartwheels, or drive stick, or do math, or go anywhere scary. There are plenty more I'm sure too :)
I can't play golf either and Jeff refuses to show me how because he doesn't think his patience will withstand it! I can't put my piles away...I have stacks of stuff...stacks of shoes, stacks of magazines, stacks of newspapers, then Jeff puts it all into one big stack so I have to purge.
Our kids are screwed. Math is definitely the worst subject for me AND Eric....
I love driving stick shift! Don't be scared, learn it! It will be nice to know that you can drive ANY vehicle if there was an emergency.
And you are not the only one with a social media addiction :)
I can't stand birds either...sooooo gross! And math is NOT my strong suit...this is why I write! :)
I am with you on every single one, except the cartwheel and the short haired dog :) I can't roll my tongue! If that counts :)
I can't do any of these things either! I also can't whistle. And I can't pee outside, which makes camping pretty much not happening. I'd rather hold my urine in for hours and guarantee myself a UTI than pee outside.
I can't do whiskey either. I once got so wasted on Tequila that I met Ralph and to this day the smell of it makes my stomach quiver.
Oh my goodness, I have so much to tell you..
1. I can't drink Whiskey for other reasons.
2. I would rather die then play golf.
3. Birds are disgusting.
4. I can't own a short haired dog because just the thought makes me ill.
5. Girl, listen.. about the cartwheel thing.. I can't even do a summersault. let alone spell it.
I don't think I can do a somersault either, come to think of it. I used to be able to. Now I'm afraid my tallness would break me in half.
That's how I am with Captain Morgan. I'm better than I used to be though, I can at least stomach it now. Lesson learned, beer pong with shots of Captain? Don't do it.
I can pee outside when I'm drunk. Sober? Not so much.
Now that I think about it, I don't think I can do that either!
The geese at work are looking at me as I type this. Why must they taunt me so?
Andy was a math minor. Smarty farty pants. I do need to learn to drive a stick, I just keep putting it off!
I only put piles away once a week. Last night I just shoved it all in a drawer. Effective, right?
I really want to learn how to do a cartwheel, but I feel like it's too late. Maybe we should learn together.
I HATE hanging up clothes. I will drape them all over the railing in our bedroom for weeks and then finally hang them up. And what is this "focus" you speak of?
I have one called "White Noise"! It is essential.
It's funny to think about sometimes, isn't it?
Doooooooooooo it.
I used to fall asleep to the For Sale channel on basic cable when I was home alone. The old lady's voice describing the "picturesque four bedroom, three bath" was soothing.
Neither of my parents can do math. My sister is alright with it because she forced herself to learn, but my brother and I are dumb dumb dumb when it comes to math.
I can't do a cartwheel, drive stick shift, or golf. I actually took golf lessons with my grandpa when I was little and still suck! I also can't eat hard boiled eggs because I threw it up one time and now it never sits well :)
I took tennis lessons for 6 years. I never improved. That's when my parents told me to stop jacking around and learn how to do something else. Ooooops.
We sleep with a loud fan ever night. It helps me sleep if my BF is snoring and drowns all the street sounds out. I have a hard time sleeping without it, too.
Not much of a bird fan, either.
I'm with you on most of these.. ;-)
I can't do a cartwheel, drive stick shift, or golf. I actually took golf lessons with my grandpa when I was little and still suck! I also can't eat hard boiled eggs because I threw it up one time and now it never sits well :)
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