I Hate it When…

My fabulous chocolate dessert is contaminated with raspberry anything.

TV shows turn a show that could normally be over in 30 minutes into a 3 night special event (Dancing with the Stars).

I get invited to eat Meatballs at Jes’ house at the last minute when I already have plans.

I invite someone to do something and they already have plans! (KT).

I get one of those boxed lunches at a conference and I open it up with some serious expectation and instead of a Ham Brie and Turkey on Ciabatta (One of the options on the side of the box) I get a pile of rabbit food with a splash of dressing. (please check the box that says “Other” next time so I don’t get my hopes up)

I go anywhere and they serve me a continental breakfast. What exactly does contintental stand for anyway, COLD and STALE?

I’ve just lamented about something unpleasant about homeownership and someone says, “Welcome to homeownership!” I just want to punch them in the face.

I have to mow my lawn and my neighbor is mowing his at the same time so I keep seeing him and he doesn’t speak any English and so we have to communicate with a series of hand gestures and head nods. It’s very exhausting.

I know I have bad breath and I don’t have any mints or gum and I have to talk to people. I keep wanting to talk with the least amount of exhalation. Stupid onions.

I have car problems of any sort. I don’t have time for car problems and right now my truck is acting up and so you know what that means… TIME TO BUY A NEW CAR!

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