One of my sisters recently (and tactfully) pointed out that there is very little that doesn’t annoy me. Uh, sis? Whose birthday was Monday? Have you learned about timing? Don’t you want a nice present instead of… these? And thanks must be given to The Accidental Housewife for pointing out an item that, in my family, works marvelously as a passive-aggressive gift threat, because there’s no gift like a passive-aggressive gift.
Rachel Ray, who (in theory) I admire for working her tail off, gets on my nerves. People who insist that home-made stock is a “snap” and that I should ditch my (somewhat scary) pizza rolls in order to keep little frozen cubes of it in my quite small freezer annoy me (let me modify that a little. They annoy me when they comment judgementally on my lack of use of home-made stock as substandard, sad and really, one of the signs of The Way The World Has Gone Downhill). People who snark nastily about adjusting your life to accommodate children (you know, the ones that you chose to have) as lowering standards or somehow catering unreasonably to people who are “temporarily” in your home (seriously, would you tell someone who signed an 18 year lease that you wouldn’t repaint their room because they were only temporary?) get on my nerves. Seattle drivers? Yup. Get on my nerves (seriously, stopping on the freeway to let someone merge is just as idiotic as refusing to let them in at all. There’s a HUGE middle ground, folks). Salesladies who don’t come out and tell you something looks awful and instead insist that even things that make you look like you have hepatitis look “Fantastic! It’s you!” That’s right. They get on my nerves. People who, at Thanksgiving (or other holidays) go into a tizzy if every last dish that has been on the table Every Year In Their Family isn’t on the table instead of saying “Thank you” and (or. Or would work, too.) asking if it’s okay if they bring one dish that’s important to them? Yes, they do. They make me crazy. My car deciding that really, it didn’t feel like starting this morning and I should spend time dealing with towing and arranging for service in between running up to the elementary school to help in class? Yes. Annoyed the hell out of me.
I am apparently quite highly strung.
Having racked up very little sleep over the weekend due to Curly's flu probably has nothing to do with my current snarl-y mood. Nope. Toootally unrelated.