We went out to the coast to see the in-laws for Easter this year. So much fun! The highlight for me, as always, was the egg hunt. I love hiding them almost as much (if not more) than they love hunting for them. This was Truman’s first year joining in. It took him about 2 eggs to figure it out and then he scoured the garden like an old pro.
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I should probably clarify that. I don’t love people doing MY pet peeves; I love hearing about what other people’s pet peeves are. They are always so random and specific.
For instance, I have to break mine down in to categories:
General: People who when you hand them a magazine to show an article, ad or photo, then take the magazine and read it.
Driving: People who come over too soon after passing when there is no reason/person behind them
Internet (general): Comments that start with “Um” No good comes from UM. Ever.
Internet (facebook): People who post “helpful” health related articles for things they already do. Lemon water! 7 stretches to improve your colon! It always seems smug.
Grammar pet peeves are a whole different post, she says; blissfully unaware of all the errors in this post.
The other interesting thing about pet peeves, is that frequently we have no idea what the secret ones our loved ones are harboring happen to be.
As a test, I asked my husband his number one driving pet peeve and general pet peeve. My guesses were: people who don’ get on the freeway at freeway speed and feet on not foot appropriate objects (pillows/dashboards/tables). A possible second contender one for driving is people who “cut in to his cushion.” I barely know what that means, but he says it a lot on road trips.
His response – “well, those things are definitely annoying but I don’t know if they are the top.” When I asked what his pet peeves were, he refused to tell me! This can only mean one thing: I do them.
Also, I have a new pet peeve: people who won’t tell me their pet peeves.
Anyways. Chalk this up to random thoughts for a monday. 3 years ago, I would have closed this with “tell me your biggest pet peeves in the comments!” but now my comment section is a ghost town*.
*I just did my second biggest internet pet peeve right there. Complaining about ones blog, on ones blog. Thats what facebook chat is for…**
**It is totally my own fault. This is my first post with words in months. MONTHS. Ugh. I haven’t blogged in so long I don’t even know where the spelllcheck is in this version of wordpress.