Tonight my hubby and I had three different conversations that had the same contents. They went like this:
Him: mumble...mumble...mumble
Me: HUH?
Him: Oh, well, I was just...nevermind.
Me: What did you say?
Him: Just forget it!
That's on my top ten pet peeve list. If I take the time to say "HUH" (or, heaven forbid I actually put some effort into it and say 'what' or 'pardon me') then he should tell me what he said.
Some other pet peeves:
1. People playing with used pieces of paper (yes, many a friend has told me they can institutionalize me for that one)
2. Unorganized cabinets. This drives me INSANE.
3. Sheets that are messed up before you crawl in bed. (Bryan is VERY aware of this)
4. Loud noises or the TV up too loud (this one scares me considering I'm having a baby soon)
The more I look over these the more I wonder if I SHOULD be in an institution.
One of my friends, Angie, has a pet peeve of the sound of cotton squeaking. I still laugh at that one. My other friend, Cindy, has a pet peeve of any condiment. Mustard, Mayo, Ketchup. They gross her out. Although I don't know if that's more of a pet peeve for her or if it has gotten to the 'phobia' stage. Yea, she's that crazy when it comes to condiments.
Do YOU have a weird pet peeve??
2 comments:
I was going to say that my 'cotton thing' was more of a phobia...and then I see that you explained just that! :)
Also mice. Can't stand those fuckers. They're so fast and creepy and...and....icky.
Empty ice trays left in the freezer. grrr
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