A few...okay, a LOT...of pet peeves:
People who get ON the elevator before allowing those needing to exit to get OFF.
People who park their carts smack-dab in the middle of the grocery aisle making it impossible for the rest of us to go around.
A certain feline who insists on pooping in the litter box two minutes after I've cleaned it out. You know who you are.
Lindsay Lohan. Anybody remotely related to the Kardashian family. Snooki. Octomom. Octomom. Octomom.
My complete and utter inability to sing.
My husband's habit of changing the channel to a sports program whenever there's a commercial break for the program we are really watching.
People who talk loudly on their cell phones in waiting rooms.
For some bizarre reason, the blonde "sales person" in the Office Depot television ads. She's cute and yet, I find her repellant.
People who allow their dogs to violate their neighbors' yards.
In public restrooms, the toilet paper that comes in the huge rolls that has to be dispensed sideways, forcing the tissue to come out in a rope.
People who don't wash their hands after using a public restroom.
Restaurants that serve lemon for your iced tea in thin slices, so that when you squeeze them the juice goes all over your fingers.
Dressing rooms with the bright florescent lighting that in no way accentuates the positive.
How bad I am at names. I mean REALLY bad.
Having to wait on repair or service people, and THEN having them in my house.
The way roaches skitter and race around.
Bruises I can't remember getting.
Having my picture taken. There is NO WAY I look like that.
Brides who don't write thank-you notes.
Women who insist on dressing like their teen-aged daughters.
Women whose smooth unblemished facial skin, thanks to Botox and chemical peels and such, doesn't match the wrinkled, blotchy, leathery skin on their necks and upper chests.
The price of gasoline these days.
Grocery shopping. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
Stores that put Christmas decorations out when it's still technically summer.
People who monopolize conversations and meetings because they like to hear themselves talk.
Renting a movie only to discover there is no closed captioning.
Reality shows. Hate them, hate them, hate them.
People with no sense of humor.
Tattoos. There is no such thing as a tasteful tattoo.
Child beauty pageants. Sickening.
Wal-Mart. I can't say enough bad things about Wal-Mart. <shudder>
Being a math doofus.
Songs that get stuck in my head.
Blogs like this one.
P. S. I know I will think of ten more as soon as I publish this blog to live.
P. P. S. (added 10/03/13) Justin Bieber. I would love to punch that kid in the throat. Ugh!
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