Pet Peeves. We All Have Those.

Last week I was emailing back to the comments on my post on Friday and couldn't help but get super annoyed at one of the comments. It was along the lines of "you look really pretty yatta, yatta, yatta. Mind following each other. Let me know!" Honestly, I get those comments occasionally and I've learned to ignore them, but it was the "let me know" that flew all over me. And this small comment sent me into a tiny tangent, which turned into rambling off all my pet peeves. Then, because Jon wouldn't listen to me, I needed a place to list all those peeves of mine. Viola! This little blog here comes in handy 101% of the time! She's always there when I need her.

I'm normally an extremely laid back person, but little things can drive me nuts. So because one person left a silly comment I was sent into a giant attack of annoyance.

› people who leave blog post comments asking to follow each other. I guess I feel differently than some about blog land. It's a place for me to make new, genuine relationships. So if you leave a comment like that, it crawls right up under my skin and chances are, I'm not coming to your blog. Leave a genuine comment and I'm heading to yours right after I reply.

› smacking gum / chewing with your mouth open

› loud sneezes.

› when our favorite Mexican restaurant tells me they are out of my favorite guava margarita mix.

› when I go to pee in the middle of the night and Jon has left the seat up. Nothing like a splash of cold water to give you a quick startle.

› dishes in the strainer. I could care less if they are stacked up in the sink, but if they are clean and not put away it's a whole different ball game. Jon just says, "screw washing them then!" To which I respond... "touche".

› when I find Roxi standing with her paws on the counter eating everything in sight.

› waking up in a frenzy realizing I hit snooze 5 times and don't remember doing it once.

› people in grocery stores who lean forward on their cart walking at a pace a turtle could beat.

› when I get in the mood to bake and my end result turns out burnt. #9timesoutof10

› starting a book when I have a chance to read and then not picking it back up again until I can't remember the storyline and having to start all over.

› copycats.

› a messy house. The actual cleanliness doesn't bother me, but does it look like it's dirty?

› friends who I haven't seen in awhile and when we meet to catch up, I end up listening to them talk about themselves for 90% of the conversation. 

› running out of creamer. Insert hysterical frenzy here.

› when Oskar crop dusts me! It's the absolute worst, but who could be mad at this face?