Pet Peeves.

We all have pet peeves; I for one have so many that I could share all of mine with a small village in Africa. From people that listen to music without headphones so that I am forced to listen to Clay Aiken for the entirety of the time we are in contact, all the way to people chomping on their gum when they are “getting ghetto” in a story. I understand some girl stole your man; however, what I do not understand is how chewing your Juicy Fruit like an animal makes your story more dramatic. But above all my biggest pet peeve has got to be when your mom is rushing around screaming “WE HAVE COMPANY COMING, MAN YOUR STATIONS!” Then for the next hour you sing The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow as you scrub the floors, only to have her say “oh how embarrassing, my house is such a wreck. Please ignore the mess.” … EXCUSE ME?? I want to be like umm no this mofo is freaking spotless because I just scrubbed the bathtub with a toothbrush for 30 minutes. So moms when you clean your house to the point Monica Geller would be proud, tell your guest to eat off the floor because everything is perfect, and don’t pretend you are embarrassed of your Martha Stuart home.

With love,

Darcy.