throw a wobbler
Snit fit; nappy attack; grumple. In short, get annoyed.
Throwing a wobbler is slightly more tantrum-y than being stroppy, as I understand it. Yes, I've heard Pete's mother apply both terms to him. Oh, did I laugh and laugh ...
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throw a wobbler
Snit fit; nappy attack; grumple. In short, get annoyed.
Throwing a wobbler is slightly more tantrum-y than being stroppy, as I understand it. Yes, I've heard Pete's mother apply both terms to him. Oh, did I laugh and laugh ...
I like the cranberry sauce.
Now that I know about Robin's freakish predilections, I would be sure to have mashed potatoes if I were ever to have the pleasure of having her to Thanksgiving, because I would hate for her to be sad and un-holidayed. But I would've been like the Foodie Friend and left them out, because in my mind they're at most a filler thing and not an essential thing.
Snit fit; nappy attack; grumple. In short, get annoyed.
I like it. I am adding it to my store of lovelies.
Last year we went to a Foodie friend's feast and the food was magnificent, but no mashed potatoes, so I was very very sad.
Was this Foodie friend a Martian? No mashed potatoes? Craxxy!
No love for cranberries around our house either. However, since my Mom has decided to do the pre-cooked order-from-Vons Thanksgiving dinner this year, we will have cranberries anyway. Not sure what we will end up doing with them.
t glances wearily at amych
Mashed potatoes are a Food Group.
Throwing a wobbler is slightly more tantrum-y than being stroppy
Yeah, it's a bit more demonstrative. A strop could just be a bit of a sulk, but a wobbler would usually involve shouting.
Mashed potatoes are a Food Group.
Yes. One that I had for lunch a few hours ago. Mmmmmmm...
Oh, I love mashed potatoes too. And stuffing.
I'm about ready to throw a wobbler, then. A 5 brazilian page document has to go out TODAY, and it's going to THE GOVERNMENT, so it has to be PERFECT, and they bloody well didn't get it to me until 1 o'clock. I have a bloody plane to catch - that I don't really want to, it symbolizing the end of everything here, but that's not the point - and I have to leave at 3:45 to do so.
Bastards.