For those of you who know me you can probably recall a time when something or indeed someone has annoyed me. Today I give you pet peeve #212.
On the days I work from home, I make a _____ (insert word here - puny? miniscule?) attempt to tidy the house. At some stage I stare at the growing pile of laundry and think to myself that it is time to get a start on it. Generously my husband has left a load of clean -but-now-dirty because they have been in there so long for me to deal with. This usually means rewashing to combat the smell of damp. After rewashing today I removed the items to throw in the drier when it hit me, pet peeve #212. A small, red christmas bib had lovingly velcro-ed itself to my good bra. When I attempted to separate the stretchy spandex from the close embrace of the velcro the material snagged. It was one of those moments when I could feel my anger rise to the surface. There are two things I keep asking him not to do: 1. Put frying pans in the dishwasher to be cleaned and 2. Put the velcro bibs in with anything they might snag - i.e. my underwear, workout clothes, stretchy tank tops. Wait now that I am thinking about it there are a lot more but in the spirit of all things fair I will just mention those two.
