A line of ants traveling across the kitchen floor SO irks me.
A lazy-boy that won’t stay put while you’re seated—like it’s always on the move, so you bang into the wall and generally feel nauseous.
The smell of floss post-usage.
Stubborn dying plants that won’t be talked back into living.
Being subjected to your upstairs neighbor’s choice of music.
On that note, being subjected to neighbor SEX, which awakens something in me akin to feverish ire!
Afternoon fatigue.
My red velour robe smelling like B.O.
Zits AND Zats.
My perfectionism.
Junk mail, particularly via email. And let me tell you, I get a lot. Possibly due to the fact that for twenty minutes I thought making money online through the taking of surveys sounded like a good idea. Subsequently, too many people that aren’t my friends now have my email.
The feeling in my gut after having wasted ‘way too much time on the web.
Preggo heart burn.
Here are Simon’s additions:
Things hanging on doorknobs. Apparently they should be free of purses, bags, scarves and towels. Their sole purpose is for opening and closing…doors. (I think this one might be directed at me!)
The interruption of having to go to the can.
Extreme heat.
Running.
What’s on your “irk” list? I covet YOUR additions.
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the things that irk…
really terrible female drivers (yes female in particular)
ollie’s insistent wet nose urging me to get out of bed at 530am
not being able to get on my wireless internet
hosta-eating-large-hole-leaving-slugs in my garden
JUST missing the bus in the morning
having no “Heather time” for what feels likes weeks on end
pointless meetings, lack of faith, freeflows, wet drysuits
Finding wet laundry in the dryer a week later…. all musty.
Abandoned projects scattered around the house–a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich in the hall closet.
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