Let’s be a little silly today. I am going to talk about some of those things that just get under my skin, the things that really creep me out or make me ridiculously angry. There is no real reasoning behind this list and my response to each thing is pretty irrational. I think everyone has at a least one thing like this though. Share yours in the comments!
Or as I like to call it, the unholy stuff produced by demons. Ew. I don’t like the taste; I don’t like the smell; I don’t like to see it. I will begrudgingly add it to the grocery cart when I’m shopping (unfortunately, my family doesn’t see the evil in this food . . . yet), but I avoid even looking at the dishes on salad night.
Last week at lunch with some coworkers, several people were dipping their forks into the house-made ranch dressing to determine what spices made its interesting taste. It was gross. Yes, that it right coworkers who read this blog, you disgust me.
Smelly food + a sensitive nose + a sensitive stomach = bad news. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I have fled to the other side of the house when we discovered – and consequently needed to open – something long forgotten in the back of the refrigerator. Mix ranch dressing into this equation and I’m just done. Done!
Oh, this one makes my blood boil; if you want to see my temper flare, just “shhh” me. My husband does it sometimes just to be funny. He is not funny. I’m not sure where this one comes from, but I’m assuming it is leftover from the years I struggled to figure out how to assert myself. Now, I can’t remember actually ever being shushed in my adult life, so this one doesn’t really come up a lot. [Is this going to spawn a whole bunch of comments that just say “Shhh!”?]