I have to kill 10 minutes. So I thought I’d post. And this is all that’s coming to mind.

I don’t like husbands that a) don’t listen - and then b) try to fudge their way through conversations about something they didn’t pay attention to instead of just admitting they zoned out. We women? We’re smart. We will figure it out.

I don’t like that Dale is so scared of his own shadow that he woke me up a skillion times last night by jumping on me and shaking in terror - all because the power went out a few times, and the re-setter thingy went CHIRP. By the sixth chirp you’d think he’d have gotten used to it right? Not so much.

I don’t like it when a friend doesn’t tell you about some major and sad event in her life - and then later when you ask an innocent question thats related to this sad thing your foot winds up in your mouth. And you really had no idea. How could you? She didn’t tell you!

I don’t like germs. And I don’t like being picked on when I do one of my weird things that I do to avoid germs. It’s not like I won’t touch doorknobs, or won’t use public restrooms… I just have little quirks regarding things that wind up in my mouth or near my face mostly. That’s not so weird. So there.

I’m sure there’s more, but that took nine minutes, so I am done now!