Gripe #1: If there is a speed limit on how fast you can go, shouldn't there be a speed minimum? Nothing like getting stuck behind someone going 35 mph on a 2 lane highway where the speed limit is 60 mph. And of course, there was on coming traffic so I was unable to pass. Pull over for crying out loud!
Gripe #2: I reminded my husband this morning that it was his sister's birthday. A few minutes later, he comes to find me, only to say, "The 8th doesn't sound right." I said, "Well, it is. August 8th." Still telling me that I'm wrong, I replied, "Well, there are a lot of birthday wishes on her Facebook page." Of course then it is, "Oh, okay. It must be." Yes, of course, if you read it on Facebook, it must be true, but if your wife says it, she must be wrong.
Gripe #3: Neighborhood potlucks. Yes, I know, I bitched about this the other day, but it is worth another mention. I really don't want to go, but I am still working on caring what people think of me. So I will go and bring the Paula Deen Corn Salad and hope I don't offend anyone when I leave at the first opportunity.
Now I think I shall go back and re-read my blog on Elimination Lists.