Bucket Lists. They annoy me. I mean really? A list you do before you “kick the bucket?” Weird. I prefer setting goals. For example: Option A “I would love to run a marathon before 50.” Option B “I would love to run a marathon BEFORE I DIE.” Let’s not be morbid in honor of following a fad. Or shall we? No.
Insurance companies. Need I say more?
Blackberry seeds inside a smoothie. Yuck. I HATE when I have to chew a liquid.
The fact that I bought new foundation today and the woman told me I needed a new shade. Alabaster. In case you forgot the definition: White or translucent. REALLY? They couldn’t pick a better name like “Fair” or “Lightly fair.” Or something other than, “you are white as a ghost?” Guess not. Perhaps I will wear alabaster and purchase bronzer? Yah maybe. Or maybe not. Glad my kids aren’t pasty. Thanks husband.
The fact that all my hair is falling out of my head since my hormones are leaving. I have spiky bits of hair poking out. THEN strands fall out and tickle/annoy/aggravate me until I freak out and
demand ask Q to PLEASE FIND IT!!!!
Movies where people die in the end. Tragically. Like a car/bus/truck speeds and hits the girl (ALWAYS the girl) and she goes flying. And she dies. And the guy FINALLY realizes that he is in love, but now has to live alone. This has now been done. NEXT.
Women drivers who do not know how to engage at a four way stop sign or in traffic. What happened to the right of way?
Drivers who think they need to stop on a merge lane to a highway? It’s-a-merge-lane…so you are supposed to accelerate before you get on the highway.
Old ladies who drive 40 miles per hour on the left lane when they should be driving 65 miles per hour. They single handedly create traffic and/or accidents because they think they need to be in the fast lane…