With work piling up on my desk by the minute, my faithless computer has decided to freeze up on a whim which really ticks me off. This thing has been repaired half a dozen times this year, I'm beginning to think it's time for a new one. But ugh... all those files to transfer. It's enough to send a girl to bed.
I wouldn't say I'm easily frustrated, but there is a list of things that make me grind my teeth and wish for random lightening bolts: Trying to get to the other side of town and catching every light red. People who chew ice (terrible for your teeth). Trying to clean house around children lounging on the couch, two cats and a dog. People who eat with their mouth open. People who lie.
Tomorrow is father's day. The kids will descend to pay their regards and ... eat. As Bean explained, "we bought him a grill so he could cook for us, duh." This year it was baseball tickets, two sets, so I will have to suffer through at least one game. Frustrating.
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My kids have learned to either duck and cover when I start cleaning (if they're lounging around on the couch when I start) or to get their ever-loving asses up off the couch and HELP. Zach is better at this then Lindsay; she tends to disappear downstair to her room in order to avoid me at all cost.
Is chewing ice worse then chewing, say, Mike and Ikes or Hot Tamales?
K--
Chewing Mike and Ikes or Hot Tamales is perfectly acceptable... they don't crunch!
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