- Green peas. They're just ... mushy.
- People who have all the answers. Most of them are wrong.
- Fruit in my beer. or my coffee. Not a fan of it in my tea or my chocolate, either.
- Minivans. It's not legally necessary for mothers with 2 or fewer children so don't judge.
- Scraping noises. (Covering ears, so can't type.)
- Trash anywhere but in a trash can. Little candy & lozenge wrappers drive me wild.
- Short airplane flights. As soon as my ears get adjusted, we start falling out of the sky, albeit in a controlled manner.
- Large amounts of condiments on sandwiches. Doesn't matter what it is (well, okay, Indigo is right: Miracle Whip is gross), I just want a little. And the people at Subway, God love 'em, mostly don't get the meaning of One thin stripe of lite mayonnaise, please.
- Bric-a-brac. I used to love all those little knick-knacks on shelves and things ... Bluebirds of Happiness, figurines, etc., etc. More and more I don't. I don't like cleaning it, I don't like cleaning around it, and it takes up space I could fill with books. Priorities, right?
- Micromanaging people. Whether it's employees, fellow volunteers, or my family, I want to be able to trust people to do what needs to be done without me hovering every moment of the day giving instructions and forcing focus. I prefer guiding and helping to overseeing and enforcing.
If you like any of these things ... more power to you. Want my share?
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With you on most of these! But especially fruit in beer. Or coffee. People do that?
FRuit in coffee sounds awful.
I wish I could stop micromanaging. It is a problem for me to let go.
Good list. And I feel like we've bonded over Miracle Whip (which sounds a little dirty now that I've typed it).
There is an apricot beer I admit to being somewhat fond of...but it's rather the exception. I'm a bitter IPA gal.
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