I hate it when ...

... the cleaning lady decides to come a day early.

That means instead of writing some profound thoughts to post, I am spending that time picking up, putting away, grumbling.

There just are certain things that the cleaning lady shouldn't see.

Like dirty dishes. ;-)

I hate it when . . .

. . . I am strolling down the sidewalk enjoying the lovely afternoon with my doggies, and I pass a street sewer drain with a low droning hum.

What on earth is that? Are the underground aliens coming to take over? Yuck!

I hate it when . . .

. . . I ever so carefully tip over the brand spanking new large container of Cascade Fresh nonfat plain yogurt to pour off the liquid and the entire contents of the container spill out into the sink. SPLAT!!

Yes, I was able to "recover" just enough for my recipe.

I hate it when . . .

. . . I rush to put on a worn pair of jeans over my work out pants, and then when I go to take off my jeans at the Pilates studio, I realize that the last time I took off my jeans that wasn't the only thing I took off and that something falls out there on the floor, and of course, there has to be other people around.

Been a while since I've been really embarrassed like that!

I hate it when . . .

. . . Moo decides she needs to take care of her "business" in the middle of the street with traffic coming at us. Arrrggg!

Hey, at least we didn't rained on.

I hate it when . . .

. . . I make out a grocery list and then get everything but the ONE thing I really needed to get. Arrg!

I hate it when . . .

. . . I run out of battery power in the middle of a job and have to finish by hand. I do love my power tools.