I'm tired of smiling and being cheerful today, so here's a fun new thread devoted to whining and complaining. Who can whine the best?

My back hurts, so do my ribs, feet, ankles, arthritic carpal tunnel hands, and I have a splitting headache.

I'm tired.

I want to eat gooey sweet crap.

My job is boring.

I miss my friends.

Hmmm... this is depressing me. It's not as fun as I thought it would be.

A word of advice, Pam: Don't inhale Hershey's kisses, "foil, flags, and all," before flying; airport security will go batshit when they discover all that metal in your system.

Zoe, too funny!!! I got stopped in Houston for the 1/2" metal hinge on my powder compact. But Denver didn't catch the hair pick w/ the seven 4" metal prongs that I forgot to put in my check-in. Go figure!

About 25 years ago (during the reign of the first Ayatollah) I got stopped by security because I had a squirt gun in my purse, which I admit was a pretty dumb thing to have taken to an airport. I thought the security staff overreacted -- until I read about a guy who carried a loaf of rye bread onto a plane, brought it into the tiny bathroom, and chewed himself a gun-shaped prop which he waved around while demanding to be taken to Cuba.

Oops, I've veered off on a tangent. Is this still the whining thread?

I think what's so great about this board is nobody really lets any whining take place. When you feel bad enough to whine, someone ruins your day by cheering you up! I'm not even grouchy today, yet here I am at the whining thread seeing if anybody needs a good laugh!

Rye bread chewed into a gun shape! Wow! Some imagination!

Now, Zoe, is a squirt gun the preferred method of defense in Chicago? Hmmmm.

Yeah, Marie, since the days of Al Capone are long gone, nobody carries a machine gun in a violin case anymore. . . we haul squirt guns in purses!