my pet peeves...
When I open something with a seal on it, like yogurt or baby food, and it spits on me. It puts me in a bad mood to start off the feeding.
Along those lines, why do they make cereal bags so glued shut? When I finally do pry it open, the bag rips down the side. Then for the entirety of that box, you have an uneven pouring of cereal. And why aren't all the back of cereal boxes as entertaining as Cap'n Crunch?
I guess I could just say Piper is my pet peeve, but more specifically when she barks the second you let her outside, or when she barks and wakes up napping babies, or when we are getting ready to go outside, she goes into this other dimension of euphoria and is crazy with excitement. She is oblivious to any baby that might be sitting on the floor, and steps on/whaps the poor child.
In Relief Society, when the lesson has gone long, and the kids are banging down the doors to get to their moms. They have cut down a tree, fashioned it into a barging device, "you take that side, we have this side!" and are using it to knock the door down. But that's not what bothers me. What bothers me is that we still
strike up the piano and sing a closing song. The children are banging the door down, enough already!
When Nickleback comes on the radio.
When I drop my fork while eating.
This is more of a complaint than a pet peeve. In Star Wars 3 when Padme gives birth to twins, then "doesn't have the will to live" because her boyfriend turned darkside? George Lucas does not have a grasp on the psychology of women. That's fine if he wanted her character to die, but don't blame it on "loosing the will to live". When a woman gives birth, those babies trump most other troubles in your life. Especially the first 24 hours that they are born. Call it a "baby high" or whatever, you are obsessed with nurturing that new little life.
