Denim on Denim. Just… no. No. NO. Matching or no matching… it is all equally horrible. No denim jackets or shirts with jeans. Don’t. Stop it. And for the love of my eyes, not denim shirts with yo jeans. Please.
Slow People. They are emotionally excruciating. Can’t. Deal. I don’t understand people who dawdle. This makes my relationship with my children a bit more complex.
The little waist ties on sweat pants. Where are you supposed to put them? I don’t wear short shirts, so I always struggle with the “waist-tie bump” under my shirt… OR I struggle to strategically tuck them (read: keep them tucked) behind the waist band. But THEN… sometimes it is too hard to tie them in a nifty bow, so you tie it in a knot because there needs to be a point of tension or them sweatpants just won’t stay up… even if they’re tight.
There’s more. So. When those whispy little ties are in a simple knot, it is not so easy to untie the knotted rascal when one is in a “pinch”… like, say — when a girl has got to use the restroom! Yeah! I don’t know about anybody else, but whens (I know “when” doesn’t have an “s” — EVER, but just pretend the “s” is a written way of me using my arms… body-language in type-form, if you will) I decide to take the time to answer nature’s call… the last thing I need is to fight with a stubborn knot. And that makes me feel angry.
Furthermore… I am an adult woman, and while it might be somewhat “acceptable” for a 3-year-old to “not make it”… not so much for an adult woman. “I PEED!!!” sounds so much different coming from the mouth of a toddler than it does from and adult. Not to mention sheer quantity. TMI?
Blogs without RSS feeds. How can that even happen?
“You don’t even know…” Don’t I? You don’t even know if I do know or not. I probably really don’t, but you don’t even know… now do you?
“Be true to yourself”. Huh? Isn’t that what humans do by default? Me, me, me… It gets on my nerve. Yes, I really do only have 1 nerve. That’s why I have a pet peeve page. I digress. In my opinion, most folks really don’t struggle with putting themselves first, so why do people need to remind each other to do something they are already doing?
People who… get in the right-hand lane to go straight. If there is a left-er lane, just go there so I can turn right on the red. I am always in a hurry. Please don’t slow me down. I know you may have a valid reason for choosing that lane, but don’t you understand my valid reason trumps yours??? OK, not really, but really, but not… but really…
The overuse of pronouns. I don’t think she likes to go to her house because she said she didn’t like the way she said she….
Eating while on the phone. When I hear someone munching on the other end – it gives me the willies. The sound of the chewing is reminiscent of millworms working over a bowl of rice crispies.
Pimples. Not your pimples… my pimples. I served my time during my teen years! It really irks me to be sincerely excited and interested in the new acne products some cute little teenie-bopeer is “pimp”ing for some oxy-this or oxy-that commercial.
Chains. Chain letters, chain emails… Responding to one is like treating a rash with a Brillo pad – it just makes it all worse. Answer one, then 12 other people will think you’re “into the chain thang” and then you get 12 more, and you have to send 12 more… Stop the insanity! Just Say No To Chain Mail. If not for me, then please, just do it for the children…. Now, send this to 12 people within the next 6 hours, and if you do not – you will be stricken with halitosis and you will never again win a tickle fight.
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