First World Problems

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The Oxford dictionary defines it as "A relatively trivial or minor problem or frustration (implying a contrast with serious problems such as those that may be experienced in the developing world."
So I think it is a way to make fun of yourself for being born into such a comfortable life. I don't think they have to be real, just possible.

And Marshall, I know there is no way you would clear-cut your orchids! :ep

How about "I took that new drug to grow my eyelashes, and now they are so long they scrape against my designer sunglasses"
 
This reminds me of Canesisters: "I can't watch movies at home because my couch is too comfortable and my house is too peaceful so I fall asleep every time."
 
I'm thirsty but I can't decide if I want to drink Chardonnay or Pino.

And I am guilty of having produced too much fresh produce that I'm scrambling to get it all preserved.
 
I have a serious problem! I can't decide whether to cook the turkey in the oven, in the Nesco roaster or in the rotisserie. Dratted dilemma, and less than one day to decide.
 
Rotisserie!

Just brought back a memory of the little store our family shopped in when I was very little. An aroma memory. The smell of chicken and Turkey in their rotisserie cooking. There's nothing quite like it. Add to that the sawdust on the floor.

1960 and around there...
 
Not me but : "I can't decide whether to wear my tight jeans and look hot for dinner tomorrow, or wear my sweat pants and be able to eat all I want."
 
First world problems...to a tune played by the world's smallest violin...

I can think of some that don't apply to me for one reason or another...


2 separate satellite tv dish outfits connected to the house, 12,486 channels, and nothing to watch...

The cell phone is a WHOLE year old and a friend has one that fits in her bra and has apps this one can't use...

the old computerized toilet doesn't work very well so need a new one. There goes the whole 5 weeks at the riviera had to be shortened to 4 weeks :(

Had to hire 30 new employees this year so guess we use the one year old 40 foot rv for another year. What'll the neighbors think? Luckily most of the dumb employees are minimum wager types, and with their 25 cent an hour raises next year to keep them happy we should be able to get a 50 foot rv next year along with a new peterbilt to pull it.

Am I getting the idea yet? :)
 
so lucky said:
Not me but : "I can't decide whether to wear my tight jeans and look hot for dinner tomorrow, or wear my sweat pants and be able to eat all I want."
:gig :yuckyuck
 
I can't decide whether to use the expensive organic butter to baste the turkey with, so I can brag to the guests, or use the regular grocery store butter and save the organic butter to use for myself.
 
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