Feeling crabby

Things I hate.

Tuesday after a long weekend. 36% worse than a regular Monday

Finding a gas station down the street selling gas 10 cents cheaper immediately after you fill up your tank. DAMMIT!

The car in front of you in the left turn lane that refuses to go until the arrow even though there’s not another visible car for nineteen miles.

Children who can only find their left shoe — for six different pairs of shoes.

Dogs who refuse to pee after they’ve DEMANDED  to go outside at 1:47 in the morning. What the hell do they need to do, wandering around in the yard at that hour of the night. Sweet Jesus.

Spiders.

Cats who are too uppity to tolerate Forced Cuddling Time. They have no idea how good they have it and should show some damn humility.

Completely disgusting – every single one

Finding a peppermint candy from someone’s pocket  after the clothes have gone through the dryer. Hello pink pockets.

Just laundry in general. Constant laundry. Never ending piles of dirty clothes. Gads.

Stealing a gulp of someone’s Coke only to find out way too late that it’s root beer. BLECK!!

Bosses.

Wholly inaccurate weather forecasts on the radio before work. 20% chance of rain my ass.

Errands.

Dentist appointments.

This list.