Here’s what I hate:
1. When people refer to their children as “the kiddos.” That is way too common on the blogs I read. It annoys me. Call them “Princess Chatterbox and Chewy the Elf” or “The Burlap Brothers, Gunny and Sack” or “Fritzi and Shmitzi”. But please, please, don’t call them “the kiddos.” I hate that.
2. When I start a load of laundry and leave the house, knowing when I come back, I can put it in the dryer and stay on my incredibly tight “sheets-done-by bedtime” laundry schedule, but then when I get home, the machine has not spun out because its unlevel, so the load has not finished. I hate that.
3. That salads and sandwhiches and soups never taste as good at home as they do in restaurants. I hate that.
4. When I save a scrap of paper, a coupon or a receipt for weeks, tucked in a safe place in my wallet but then throw it out accidentally just hours before I needed it. I hate that.
5. That it costs me $20 to have a doctor look at Giggles’ red, scaly cheeks and say “Yep, just excema, put some hand lotion on it.” Some diagnosis should be free, or you should have a doctor’s visit punch card so at least your visit was not a total waste because you are earning points towards a free visit. I hate that.
6. When someone gets angry with me for following some traffic rule they disagree with, flips me off and then drives away, leaving me alone, angry and unable to justify myself. I hate that.
7. That some people’s problem resolution skills consist entirely of the mantra “She’ll forget about it eventually.” I hate that.
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I hate when “stuff” makes my favorite Daughter In Law hate:) Especially when I hate everything on your list. Of course, there is one exception. I keep my washer level and don’t do laundry anyway.