I guess everyone has their own pet peeves, and unless science figures out a way to make us all incurably perfect, I guess we always will. Even then, I think the perfection would eventually become so annoying that it would, in itself become my biggest pet peeve.

Anyway, the point is everyone has those little qualities that may seem sweet or endearing, but that eventually get under your skin until you know that if it doesn’t end soon, you may possibly have to be institutionalized. I know from experience. I have both been the source of the frustration and been frustrated by others on a regular basis.

For instance, my husband used to think it was cute that I was a fully grown adult who was afraid of the dark, now he tends to get annoyed that I leave every light in the house on.

I also have a tendency to move things from their normal places and put them someplace totally ridiculous. “Honey where are the coffee filters?” my husband asks. “Did you look in the crock pot?” I reply with an exasperated sigh. Or he’ll ask, where are all of my socks, and I’ll look intently at his sock drawer before walking over and pulling out 98 pairs of socks. Oh wait, I guess that’s one of my pet peeves.