...the marked lack of a cookie anywhere in my general vicinity....
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...the marked lack of a cookie anywhere in my general vicinity....
I hate it when you get to the bathroom stall and there are like two squares on the toilet roll? Who is that dainty of a wiper?
...apparently my minions have not yet received the memo, that once the destroyer of baked goodness-finds his plate empty-it is to be immediately re-filled, and then they are to do the cookie dance for my enjoyment...Serves you right for eating them all........
I know... remember... I work for the NSA.That's what I was going to post! (I got the guilts after reading Spidey's post)
Imagine stepping in it -- and it's usually wetter and more gooey than the picture indicates.I've had cats my entire life and I'm not sure that I've seen anything like that. Gross! Sorry!
Have you ever had someone throw something at you? That's more annoying than the shouting. I shave my head, and a pickup truck full of younger people drove by and chucked a glass bottle past my head while calling me a skinhead. It was pretty scary.
A stranger talking to me at the urinal. Friends can talk to me there, but strangers, no!
I've got three of the god awful creatures.
Lord I give thanks for this gift I am about to receive underfoot?
Well . . .not all plumbing is bad . . .
You're not referring to "laying pipe" are you, MM?!
I hate it when you get to the bathroom stall and there are like two squares on the toilet roll? Who is that dainty of a wiper?
Also - the sound of potato chip bags rustling. In my house, you're not allowed to eat out of the bag, you have to quietly put them in a bowl. I can't stand that sound.
I've been known to open the bag, put all the chips into a big ziplock and get rid of the bag before anyone can make noise with it. I can't bear it.I've never eaten a potato chip from a bowl.
I've been known to open the bag, put all the chips into a big ziplock and get rid of the bag before anyone can make noise with it. I can't bear it.
I am occasionally one of those spitters. I apologize.Annoying to me: public spitting. I just want to hurl when someone does that. Sitting at red light and some guy has to open his car door to spit. Or - just at the ballgame Tuesday night, someone sitting too close to me, hacked something up and spit it in the bleachers! The bleachers!!! Nasty fargin bastiches.
Also - the sound of potato chip bags rustling. In my house, you're not allowed to eat out of the bag, you have to quietly put them in a bowl. I can't stand that sound.
To preserve you sanity, might I suggest Pringles.I've been known to open the bag, put all the chips into a big ziplock and get rid of the bag before anyone can make noise with it. I can't bear it.
I've never eaten a potato chip from a bowl.
my son will do that. We recycle, so when you empty something, you have to rinse it out and put it in the recycle bin, or throw away the cellophane and collapse the box - the kids can't be bothered with it, so there's cereal boxes with just crumbs left or just pickle juice left in the jar in the fridge. Are they trying to drive me crazy? Better for them all that I maintain some sanity, but they're really driving me nuts.They have medication for that.
Here is an annoying refrigerator thing for me. When someone puts something in the refrigerator with hardly anything left in it. For instance one lone olive floating in a jar taking up space. Just eat the damn thing!
If you just sat down and ate all the chips in one go, you wouldn't have to waste a ziplock. Just sayin.I've been known to open the bag, put all the chips into a big ziplock and get rid of the bag before anyone can make noise with it. I can't bear it.
Yes, but are you a double-dipper?
No, that grosses me out.
Two of my kids are in there 30's and they never stop driving you nuts. Son #2 who is almost 30 is moving back home on Sunday. What can I tell you Holly. I ain't getting any better for you. I'll apologise again in advance.my son will do that. We recycle, so when you empty something, you have to rinse it out and put it in the recycle bin, or throw away the cellophane and collapse the box - the kids can't be bothered with it, so there's cereal boxes with just crumbs left or just pickle juice left in the jar in the fridge. Are they trying to drive me crazy? Better for them all that I maintain some sanity, but they're really driving me nuts.