Pet peeves. Ugh. The list of little things that irk me is so long I should probably just script my inevitable episode of Snapped. I’m not proud of being so touchy, but the older I get the more pronounced they seem. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to keep my sons from adapting these behaviors, or could it possibly be that I’m just getting nastier with age? Probably the latter, but whatever. I’m woman enough to own it. Out of my {Read More}
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