I have issues (don't we all?) and, if you were to ask me to list, oh, I dunno, at least 5 of them, off the top of my head, they would be as follows:
Dirty dishes in the sink: especially, when the dishwasher is dirty. Drives me nucking futz, to the point where even my neighbors know when, "THE DISHWASHER IS DIRTY…DAMMIT!
Silent treatments: are like nails ripping into chalkboard (you're welcome!) the absolute worst form of torture, right?
Wet towels on the floor: especially, when the washer is empty (see dirty dishes, above.)
Doofus-Dog on the couch: makes me itchy.
Squirrels: ransacking the bird feeders (see picture above) I hate, Hate, HAte, HATe, absolutely freaking HATE squirrels. Aaaand, they don't like me, either. How do I know?
This morning, I was able to address 2 outta 5 of said issues, to my complete and total satisfaction.
[blank stare]
The fact my husband, Garth (not his real name) doesn't seem to have these sort of issues, is just plain weird, don'tcha think?
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