panty lines. litter bugs. when you're nose deep in a magazine or trashy romance novel and someone wants to talk. women over the age of 30 in shorts {weird, I know}. phones at the table. when you're late for work, hurrying along a toodling toddler with a baby in one arm, too many bags thrown over the other, just closed the door and remember you forgot something. my post-pregnancy frizzy hair. television. america's tolerance for celebrity-driven, nonsense-filled, so-called news. my impatience. phones at the gym. my decorating indecisive-ness. acadamy awards best picture field of 10. the color peach {weird, I know}.salt. when I talk too loud {remember jackie o's soft, slow cadence? i need that.}. clutter. wet sponges. oversized produce - organic and otherwise. food butts {ends of hot dogs, bread, bananas...}. food served tepid. my hair in my face. close-mindedness. phones. slow drivers. when I go to the grocery store at any hour of any day and there are never enough cashiers. pencils. my overuse of the exlamation point! too much fragrance. fragrance. milk less than icy cold {but never with ice}. yellow cars {unless it's a mini or bug}. cleavage at the office. birds {weird, i know}. my master bedroom. pessimism. ice cubes. cleaning. noisey clothes.when you unknowingly eat the last bite of something deee-licious and didn't realize it was the last bite.
What irks you?
