Random things that make me twitch:
1. Could of/ should of/ would of. No. NO. There is NO SUCH ANIMAL as “could of.” What you’re trying to say (write) is “could’ve,” which is short for “could have.” Please stop. Every time I read something along the lines of “I could of kicked him!” I have a tiny little aneurysm, and one day I will fall over dead and it will be ALL YOUR FAULT. STOP IT.
2. Robin Tunney. Jesus god in heaven, please stop me from smacking her across the face until my arm aches. While I will admit that she’s a passably good actress, I SUPPOSE, her super-pouty face makes me want to hurt her.
3. Microfiber. My hideous, dry-ass hands always get caught in the fibers of micro, and it is a singularly unpleasant feeling. I don’t wear microfiber underwear, I refuse to clean with microfiber cleaning cloths, I DON’T CARE HOW WELL THEY CLEAN, I can’t stand the feel of the fibers plucking at my super-dry skin, and my home will always be a microfiber-free zone. PROMISE.
4. My super-dry hands. Look. I slather lotion on my body from head to toe as soon as I get out of the shower, and then that’s generally it until after the sixteenth time I wash crap (sometimes literally) off my hands, and I think “Wow, my hands are gross and dry!” and then I lotion them up, but then I ALWAYS have to wash my hands like ten seconds after I’ve put the lotion on them, and I’ve tried that whole thing where you put Vaseline on your hands and then put gloves on over the Vaseline and sleep with the gloves on (or at least a few hours, whereupon I wake up, yank off the gloves, and toss them on the floor), but it doesn’t help. AT ALL. Stupid hands.
5. Cats licking themselves and making that slurpy smacking sound. Every night. EVERY NIGHT. Every night I settle down to read for a while before bed, and Miz Poo settles down next to me, and she starts grooming herself. She grooms her face. She grooms her ears. She grooms her chest. But then as soon as she hits her mid-section, she starts making that SLURPY SMACKING noise, and she might as well be driving an ice pick through my eardrums, because it takes about ten seconds of that sound before I lose my mind. I poke at her and say “Stop it.” She looks at me, appalled at my nerve, pauses, stares off into space, tucks her paws under her and closes her eyes, and then I go back to reading. AND THEN IT BEGINS AGAIN. Like I’m not there and can’t HEAR her. GODDAMN. So we go through the poke-stop it-acting-like-she’s-gonna-stop routine at least twice more before I put my book down, look her in the eye and say “Really? Are you fucking kidding me? Are you going to MAKE me run you off the bed?” She sighs and settles down for real most nights, sighing her put-upon sigh, but some nights she MUST make that slurpy smacking sound, it’s apparently MANDATORY, and so she jumps down off the bed, travels two feet away, and commences slurpy-smacking. Which is when I sit up and shake the can of compressed air at her until she runs out the door, sending a wounded look over her shoulder at me.
6. Is that cat pee? Is that cat pee? Or isn’t it? Do you smell that? You don’t smell that? Put your face right here next to mine, and sniff. No? Maybe? Well, help me find it! ::sniff::sniff::sniff:: It’s not the couch. It’s not the couch pillows. There’s nothing on the ottoman. The table? No, not the table. Sniff that part of the rug, Boogie was sniffing that part of the rug earlier with great interest and vigor. I’ll check the corner by the stairs. No, nothing here. By the door? The fireplace? Let me get the black light. Is that -? No, right, that was there. God, we sure do have a lot of fuzz on our couch. Well, I don’t see anything. Maybe it wasn’t cat pee. You’re sure you don’t smell it? I don’t smell it now, either. Hm.
7. What the fuck is that smell? Jesus CHRIST, what is that smell? Do you smell that? Right? Did something die somewhere? It’s not the litter boxes. It’s not the compost bucket. Is it the pig bucket? No. OH GOD. Did you throw FOOD in the trash can LIKE A WEEK AGO? I ought to TIE THIS AROUND YOUR NECK and make you wear it! Would you take the trash out, please?
What makes YOU twitch?
Oddly enough, cleaning the litter boxes and/ or wiping kittens’ behinds does not make me twitch. Much.
I never did get any cleaning done yesterday (ran to Sam’s and got home just in the nick of time to pack up the kittens and take them to the vet), so off I go to start. I think I’ll start by relaxing with the kittens and then maybe swiping in a desultory manner at some dusty furniture.
The really good news for today is that all the kittens went to the vet and were tested for feline leukemia (FeLV) and feline immunodeficiency virus (FIV), and all came back negative. That’s great news – I’ll admit, I was worried, but all my worry was for naught.
I was actually going to leave Beulah at home because she’s still so tiny I didn’t think they’d be able to get blood from her. But she’s never been alone, and I didn’t want her to get lonely, so I popped her in the carrier, and they decided to go ahead and give it a try, and were able to get enough blood for the test. Yay!
(I will tell you, it was NO FUN sitting in the waiting room of the clinic hearing my babies cry from the back of the clinic. They did NOT enjoy having blood drawn, and they were scared. I gave them lots of love when we got home, and they seem to have forgiven me.)
They’ve also had their initial vaccinations, and now we can relax until they’re all over two pounds and can be spayed and neutered!
(Well, like I said, it’ll probably be quite a while before Miss Beulah’s big enough to be spayed, so probably her brothers and sister will go when they’re all over two pounds.)
Since their tests came back negative, it’s safe for them to mingle with our cats, so in the next few days I’m going to start giving them more room to roam. With the judicious use of baby gates, I’ll let them explore the bathroom (which is the room closest to their room), and then probably will quickly allow them the run of the entire upstairs. I expect it won’t be too long before they’re racing through the entire house, and I can’t even imagine what that’ll be like!
It’s like a clown car! You think we could cram another kitten or two in here?
More kitten pics (and a video!) over at L&H.
“You are going to let those noisy, stinky little kittens…. OUT of their room? I don’t believe I care for that thought. At all. Is this up for negotiation, perhaps? Like, you don’t let them out, and I don’t barf on your keyboard?”
Previously
2008: She turned and glared her “FUCK YOU” glare at me, and went along her way.
2007: No entry.
2006: You WISH you were me.
2005: Off to Gatlinburg.
2004: Our palates are too immature, I suppose.
2003: Now I know why, when the camera and sound guy were setting up and I chirped “Oh, is this the camera that’s going to make me look like Ashley Judd?”, everyone laughed so hard.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Then he and the spud went swimming yesterday, since the pool’s up to a sultry 66.
http://www.amazon.com/Bliss-Glamour-Gloves/dp/B00076VKJM
Those things made a huge difference in my so dry they crack and bleed hands. You don’t have to use lotion with them, but they do have lotion specific for them.
http://www.amazon.com/Bliss-Glamour-Glove-Gel/dp/B00021A71E/ref=pd_sim_bt_2
I’ve used them both with and without the lotion, and while they do work better with, without is acceptable as well. You can wear them overnight, but I will warn you that halfway through the night, you’ll pull them off because your hands will feel wet, even though they’re not really.
Oh hell, you can use any old lotion with them, at least I have. It accelerates the “dear god, my hands are wet,” feeling, but they do work.
Oh, GOD, yes, that “could of/should of/would of” crap makes me want to STRANGLE people. Thank you so much for mentioning that!
I use Gloves In A Bottle at work — I end up washing my hands a million times a day, and that stuff doesn’t wash off.
People who whistle make me twitch, the word “kudos”, spit in the corner of peoples mouths, slow-ass people in front of me, people who chew loudly….. that’s all for now.
Gum poppers, loud ice chewers, it’s/its and whistlers.
With the kittens out and about, you have 17 cats running around your house? 😮
My late forever dog was an absolute gem. So well behaved. So sweet. Such a good good girl. BUT THE LICKING MADE ME COMPLETELY INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel your pain, Robyn, I feel your pain.
I’m with you on the licking/slurping thing. Our doxie will clean his “parts” very vigorously several times during the day. I take it as long as I can, then yell, “STOP IT!!!” He always looks at me like WTF??, stops for 30 seconds, then starts right back again.
I’m not familiar with Robin Tunney, but for me, the actress I’m most likely to smack if I ever meet her in person is Jorja Fox – the chick who played Sara on CSI. There’s something about her mouth and the way she talks that just fills me with rage. I pretty much stopped watching the show because of her.
yep, my boy cat in particular does the slurpy smacking thing. so annoying, especially in the middle of the night. also, my girl cat spends an eternity in the litter box scratching at the litter. you’d think she was burying a body or something.
Try putting a tablespoon of sugar with a gob of vaseline, on your hands, scrubbing for a few minutes and then washing it off and using lotion. Some times you have to get that dry skin off for the moisturizer to really work. Worth a try anyway!
The things that makes me twitch–
People who sing out loud in inappropriate places. The other day I was in Wal-Mart and a woman was shopping and singing out loud. A few weeks ago another woman was sitting on a bench in Home Depot and she was singing. Neither of these ladies appeared to have an IPOD or any ear buds in their ears. It was just weird.
I also have a doxie who licks at night when we go to bed. My routine is quite similar to yours Robyn. She gets several “Stop its”. The if she doesn’t off the bed she goes.
I teach writing and English lit at a community college. You know it’s bad when “could of” isn’t even the most annoying mistake anymore (though it will always produce the same apoplexy in me as it does in Robyn, I’m sure, as will their/there/they’re, your/you’re, and many others). See, there’s a new trend for people to forget that an essay is NOT, in fact, A CELL PHONE!! and so they feel perfectly comfortable writing such things as: “Their are ways u can help urself quit a bad habit coz sum ppl don’t know to quit and its bad to keep doing that habit.” The vein starts to twitch when I see the letter u sitting all by itself. I refuse to use it even on the very rare occasion that I text anyone on an actual call phone (maybe once every other month?) Even my 42-year-old sister is started to speak in text shortcuts! STOP IT! I SAID STOP!
Other than that: loud chewing, music leaking from iPod headphones, hairballs on my freshly laundered duvet cover, the sound of the “WNYC receives support from…” woman, drivers who cut you off and then go slow, drivers who pass on the right, drivers who don’t use turn signals, teenagers who have to have their car stereos turned to 11 even when they are in a deli getting a sandwich…oh lord, someone stop me, I could go on forever!
I know this is cliche, but teenagers with the overt exhaustion/boredom/disgust make me Ka-RAAA-zeeee! I have a very new teenager (I’ve had her a while, she’s just newly turned teenager) who tries hard to keep it in check, but I’m ususally the volunteer mom at all her stuff. When a teenager looks at me like I have two heads I want to scream, “YOU KNOW ME, We had a pleasant conversation last week!” Seeing as I have years to go with the associating with the teenagers I am praying that I get a more accepting attitude about this soon. I’ve started making up songs to annoy them:
Emo World (sung to “Elmo’s world)
Dadada DAA, Dadada DAA
Emo World (re-peat)
Emos love their razors (substitute “hair-dye” if I think they actually cut),
their bad poems, TOO!
Dadada DAA, Dadada DAA
Thaaat’s Emo World!
What peeves me right now is that I live in Texas and Beulah lives in Alabama, and with the four little sacks of hate and discontent I’ve already got taking up space at my house I can’t give a rational reason why I should not drive to Alabama and snag her little fuzzy self for my very own. {I had to have a kitty put down three weeks ago, she was a little on the runty side as well, still breaks my heart.}
And I hate the word “undies” it’s just so, so, juvenile, I hate it. I’m not really fond of anybody who’s taking up space on the road when I’m tring to get to school at night and I really could go on forever….
But what I love is knowing that there are some folks like Robin who are committed to fostering kittehs and finding them good homes. go Robin!!!!
People who ask, “Where is it at?” Hello-o-o, you don’t need to add a useless preposition to the end of the question.
Also – this really bugs me: If I am in a store and I say thank you to the cashier or bagger, and the automatic is, “No problem.” I didn’t THINK I was causing a problem by expecting you to do your job. I was just being polite, and the correct repsonse is “YOU’RE WELCOME.”
Also: Road Boulders – people who drive at or below the speed limit in the fast lane, so everyone else has to pass them on the right.
dear god and baby jesus, the slurping/licking….I thought I was the only one that found it to be the most disgusting noise in the world because it doesn’t bother my husband or kids. NASTY!
I also hate loud chewers. Gum poppers. Loud fidgeting. Pen or finger tapping. humming.
I just generally hate unnecessary noise. Why can’t everyone just be quiet? My husband always rubs pieces of cothe between his fingers (like his pants leg, hem of shirt, pillow case) and while he insists there is no way I can hear it..IT MAKES ME WANT TO STAB HIM IN THE LEG WITH AN ICE PICK! AGH! I think I have freakish hearing.
Have you tried the Eucerin Plus Intensive Repair Hand Creme? I work in a hospital and wash my hands CONSTANTLY and lasts between a few washings. It makes my hands look and feel softer almost instantly.
Spanky = Barry White
Yeah. That photo made me think that. Like Spanky has this alter ego that sashays off to an undisclosed Crooked Acre room where he slips on a velvet smoking jacket and tickles the ivories….
Wait a minute. Isn’t Spanky the one who meower is broken?
Good thing I came back to reality before the singing commenced.
Pet peeves: People walking around in the grocery store talking on a cell — not just a brief chat, but long, drawn-out conversations/shouting-matches/etc. Don’t they realize EVERYONE can hear what they are saying? Sigh.
Drivers in front of me who won’t put on a turn signal for the vehicle in front of THEM so the rest of us in the line of traffic will know what’s going on instead of slamming on the brakes and shouting, “WTF?” True, it was a long time ago when I got my driver’s license, but one of the rules was to always put on a signal to let the others behind you know a vehicle up ahead was about to turn off.
And I’m with leslie on this: people who drive at or below the speed limit in the fast lane, so everyone else has to pass them on the right.
Have you tried Avon silicon glove for dry hands? It is the ONLY thing that works for me.
Robyn, use a beeswax-based balm on your hands (like Burt’s Bees stuff) before putting on the gloves – not a petroleum-based one (like Vaseline or Bag Balm). Petroleum just sits on top of the skin, while beeswax actually absorbs.
No, I don’t sell Burt’s Bees products, I just use them. I had the same problem you did and I can FINALLY use microfiber towels around here now.
I hate Hate HATE when people say they “could care less” when they mean they “COULDN’T care less”. Morons who do this just go around parroting phrases they’ve heard, completely ignorant to what the words even mean. When people say they “could care less” I will always consider them stupid even if they’re smart otherwise.
Yeah, dog/cat licking is terribly annoying. But at least a dog or cat doesn’t go around saying that they “could care less”. Dear God!
Hee hee…now that you have fosters, I rest easy concerning my cat count 😉
#6, YES. We play the “Is that cat pee?” game and it is so annoying. You can also add these games for my twitch factor: “I know I heard a cat barfing somewhere, now WHERE IS IT?” and “Stop it stop it STOP IT with the growling and hissing and chasing I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!”
My biggest non-cat twitch factor is this one co-worker at work with a “Valley Girl” accent. Having her stop by my cube with her “Like, you know? Totally! Like, oh my god!” makes me want to drive a fork into my ear repeatedly. Even when she IMs me, I can hear it in my head and it’s TORTURE.
Their/there/they’re confusion makes me crazy.
At work, my boss is a “No problem” person and I think I’m the only “You’re welcome” person there. A lot of our customers are older folks and they really seem to appreciate it.
What makes me Twitch? Someone in my life whom I love very much will have an argument with a party we know mutually and expect me to automatically take her side and be mad at the other party. If I don’t agree she grills me as if I were on the witness stand. I want to scream “Leave me the HELL out of it Damn IT!” I am a person who sees both sides of most situations-You can’t change who you are. Loyalty should not require a lobotomy.
My Sweet Ollie boy is having a battle with Daphne over who is in charge. Daph, as old and sick as she is, has been the Alpha here for 10 years. Ollie is the third new dog to come along but the first male. The other two dogs accepted Daphne as the boss. I’m not sure what to do. There have been snarling confrontations that escelated into him biting her on the nose this morning.It was over an extra biscuit I put into Ruby the cocker spaniel’s bowl-morning snackin’ time. Ruby took her one biscuit and ran-smart dog. I put her second one in her bowl and that is what they fought over. I was still half asleep drinking coffee and watching Medium when the fight broke out. Cleaned Daphne’s nose she seems ok but upset. He drew blood! I love the little fucker but what now? Any advice? I love peace and tranquility more than anything so whatever messes with that GETS TO ME.
Husband pisses on toilet rim and doesn’t wipe it off. I have pointed it out but to no avail. He told me it’s “splashing up”-don’t think so or this would have been happening all along. I wipe it but really resent it-GRRRRRR!
And lastly I wish my spelling abilities were equal to my verbal vocabulary. I am too lazy to look everything up and sometimes change what I write(it would be worse!) dumb it down because I can’t spell it.
It’s “Good, Good Good” that makes me twitch. A former boss said it all the time. He wasn’t a good boss. I can take Good, Good, but throw that 3rd good in the mix and my skin crawls and my ears bleed.
Erin in Iowa-LOL!
Robyn, Have you ever tried putting saran wrap on your hands with the vasaline? It’s hot and sweaty but the open pores absorb the moisture. I don’t last the night and only do it when I’m desperate. I have ecxema and it was a dermatologist’s reccomendation. I was also told to wear gloves for all wet/chemical involving household chores and I find when I force myself to comply my hands are so much better.
Weather nasty here too. Major thunderstorm yesterday woke me up when tremendous lightning boom hit something nearby. It was our friends house about a mile away. Lots of damage-melted siding melted outlets(inside) a fried stereo system and two fried tvs! No hurt people though Thank God!
I got twitchy when you wrote “could of” even though I knew why you were writing it. Alot bugs the crap out of me, too. Ed has a very odd spelling thing he does, it’s so weird because in general he’s a good speller. Somewhere in his mind, “I’m” and “I am” have gotten VERY SCREWED UP in his head and he writes Iam as one word and then if I point out that he “did that again,” he’ll cross it out and write “I’am.” And I’m like WTF?! Cat pee is not a problem for me at this point (wtf did I just do, totally jinxed myself right there, didn’t I?), but my long-haired cat is a very throw-uppy cat and now he’s been shedding and all that FUR makes him BARF and omg I am tired of cat puke and the sound of the cat puking and omg I hope I didn’t really jinx myself with the pee thing.
I recently received a Harriet Carter brochure in the mail and when I came across this item http://tinyurl.com/drivewayalarm I thought of you and the egg buyers.
I’m not sure it would work for me because I’m so spooked by everything already that the alarm would probably scare me as much as strangers showing up in my yard unannounced. For instance, I tried one of those timed air fresheners and all it did was scare the bejesus out of me every 9 minutes, had to throw it away.
I also saw this and thought of you http://tinyurl.com/wasptrap
For some reason I love those Harriet Carter brochures although I have yet to buy anything from them.
I like your divider lines–6″ of snow yesterday here in Michigan. I assumed that spring was here…you know what happens when you “assume”?
I got nothing to help your hands–mine are the same.
I want a kitty so bad!!!
“I’m fixin’ ta” makes me twitch. I don’t recall “fixin’ ta” in English class. I feel like saying “Don’t you mean you are going to?”
Everyone’s twitchy grammar stuff reminds me of what the girl at mcdonald’s said to me yesterday. “here goes your coke” A girl at work makes me twitch because she can’t do “th” sounds and uses “f” instead (Math=maff With=Wiff) but to make up for it she uses super gigantic words that barely make sense, so she sounded smarter.
Also – you could try satin hands from Mary Kay. 😀
LOL! The slurpy smacking comments are cracking me UP – we have a dog who obsessively chews on her foot and that lip smacking sound can wake me out of a sound sleep I hate it so much. Beulah reminds me of my “different” looking runt kitty – she had the big head, stumpy leg look going on but I always thought she was so cute and kitten-faced. She passed away recently at age 17 : (
You can buy sugar scrub in the cosmetic department, it works really well. also PRETTY HANDS. PRETTY FEET works really well on the hands also. Love the kitten pictures. We got 3-inches of snow last night,will it never end. your divider lines makes me twich because being the compulsive person that I am, I HAVE TO READ EVERY WORD IN THE LINE EVERY TIME.
One of the cats I pet sit for looks a lot like Spanky, only his name is TJ. And what do I go to his house and call him? SPANKY! Then I think, “no, wait….Spanky is Robyn’s cat…what’s your name?” And I have to run through the names of the other three cats in the house before I remember it. And even if I am there a week IT STILL HAPPENS. Very irritating! But I bet Spanky doesn’t suck his paws …does he?? TJ does!
My pet peeve is instead of using “voila!,” people use “walla!” (Like ta da!)
Ah man, I am with Devil on the “could care less” twitch. I run through the difference in my mind EVERY time I hear someone say it. Must be my little OCD issue. I cannot stand constant motion. Why for the love of God is it impossible for some people to be still, if only for a minute or two? I hate that only women are shown singing to their toilets on television. I am sure there are men out there that burst into song everytime they get to stick their scrubby paws into the toilet. Supposebly. ARRRGGGHHHH. I hate corporate speak. Some ahole is always going to Tee Up some Low Hanging Fruit for a Shot on Goal while we get Granular and Organic on some project. Help me Obi Wan.
Twitchy? DH eating two dinners and three desserts while I’m *trying* to stick to the diet plan. He needs to gain, so I don’t mind him eating…but so LOUDLY? Sitting right next to me? The sound of his jaws working, teeth hitting together, the loud smacking…gah! It’s like he seeks me out so he can eat.
He knows there’s life insurance involved and wants to witness the aneurysm…
Leonore wrote: the sound of the “WNYC receives support from…”
My husband is co-trustee of the Trust/Foundation established by his late Aunt. The Foundation supports/funds a WNYC run program. Small world!!
Oh Robyn, where do I start with the twitching? Here’s my short list: People who say “I seen it” instead of “I saw it.” People who tell you how to live your life, but have none of their own. People who don’t say thank you in the grocery store when you put that divider thingie between orders. People who abuse animals. And count me in with the others who say the your/you’re thing drives them crazy. I’ll stop now. 😀
“Irregardless.” It’s not a word, and if it were, it would mean exactly the opposite of what you’re trying to say. (Yes, I know it’s in the dictionary now. It shouldn’t be.) “Twitching” doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I feel your pain on the slurping and smacking cats. My 2 boys don’t really do it, but my girl drives me nuts when she’s licking herself because she slurps SO loud!
Oh, I forgot the alot when it’s a lot, that makes me nuts, also when people call you Robin, instead of Robyn.
Oh, yes, “Could of/ should of/ would of.” Me, too! Also the it’s/its mix-up, and using “unique” as a modifier. They’re both so simple! But people get them wrong all the time and it makes me cringe.
I’m so nit-picky that at work they’re having me proofread all our procedures (which they really need), though it’s nowhere near my job description. My favorite typo is there someone mis-typed one letter, turning “a person who does” into “a person who dies”. Oops!
Where does one begin on the twitching count?
Anyone who uses the term “ax” as in, “I axed you a question”. !? Add to that “fustrated” and “subbosably”. I swear I am THIS CLOSE to murdering stupid people when they insist on talking like IDIOTS.
As well, as a basement dweller, my issue is with people who live inupstairs apartments who have no consideration for the people below them. Take my upstairs neighbour and landlord, who has his kids part-time. They are 2 and 1 and they race around and stomp and shout like a herd of charging rhinoceroses. Be it 6am or 10 pm, these children can be heard shrieking and racing up and down hallways, jumping off furniture and throwing MAJOR meltdown tantrums. I wish we could trade places one day and I could go upstairs and run willy-nilly through the place yelling at the top of my lungs while jumping up and down and throwing toys everrywhere. (just having read that has calmed me down a wee bit)
My last peeve is for those people who call my hair salon and request a haircut, but don’t mention that they have hair down to their ankles and that it is 10 feet thick, and that they are going for a whole new look, and expect it to look EXACTLY LIKE THE PICTURE THEY TOOK OF SOMEONE ON THEIR CELLPHONE. They show up 10 minutes late, with 3 kids in tow and are explicit about how they want EACH INDIVIDUAL HAIR CUT! I swear one day my head will just spontaneously explode and my brains will splatter every last inch of the salon.
There’s nothing worse than a smacking kitteh except for one kitteh smackin on another kitteh’s fur. My older cat Basil is FOREVER cleaning and smackin and gnashin on Sammich’s fur-like he is the cleaning nazi or something. I guess I didn’t get the memo that Sammich is unable to keep his own fur clean and tidy.
OK, #16 Lisa – I think you’re my long-lost sister. In addition to the slurping/smacking driving me absolutely bat-shit, my husband LITERALLY twitches, produces the most annoying noises known to man-kind. The ones that are going to lead to his demise are biting his nails, then crunching the nail between his two front teeth, or violently twitching his legs so that his pants legs rub together. Either of those sounds make my blood pressure rise about 20 points in 20 seconds. When I finally can’t take it anymore and yell, “HEY! Twitchy McTwitcherson! Do you MIND???”, he gets all offended and says there is no way I could hear that.
My stepmother always says “Don’t SHOULD on yourself”. Ugh, cats licking themselves..I can’t think of a sound more terrible than that. lol
Supposably.
I’ll be twitching for hours now.
Weather forecasters who say tempature and percipitation. I’m not allowed to watch the weather with the sound on.
Aren’t you hypothyroid? Makes dry skin drier! I wear gloves when I have to stick my hand in water and have had good luck with unrefined coconut oil. A little bit goes a long way and a big old jar is $12 or so (which is about a 6 month supply for me) in the cooking aisle. And no, you don’t smell like coconut all day!
Oh, grammar twitches …
apostrophes … “Buy you’re egg’s here”!!
no, know and now and to, too and two and your and you’re (as well as the variations on there already mentioned!).
“I” when “me” should be used … “I went to the movies” therefore “Jim and I went to the movies”. “She asked me to the movies” therefore “She asked Jim and me to the movies” NOT “She asked Jim and I to the movies”!!!
And overuse of exclamation marks/points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Drivers and cell phones warrant a whole new (knew!) rant. But I wont!!!
#1 – totally agree. Another is the use of it’s instead of there’s. For example, “It’s a lot of people…” That makes my eye twitch. Se also, double negatives.
Have you noticed Nance’s dividerline insults/teases??
Don’t you just hate people who tell tales!
“Their are ways u can help urself quit a bad habit coz sum ppl don’t know to quit and its bad to keep doing that habit.”
AAARRRGHHH!!!!!
It is SO MUCH FUN or SUCH FUN. It is not SO FUN! That drives me insane.
I’m a bit late on this, but I highly recommend Vaseline Intensive Rescue Moisture Locking Lotion (Unfragranced). I live in Alaska and this is the first winter I haven’t had those terrible itchy patches on my body from the dry cold air, and my hands haven’t had chillblains (spelling?).
What do *I* get pissy about? When folks call my Auntie RobYn……….RobIn. Her name is Robyn, has always been Robyn, will always BE Robyn. STOP CALLING HER ROBIN WITH AN I. *snuggles and paw rubs from your favorite catniece*
I work in a very small office of women who use the word “pacific” and mean “specific”. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch. I’m giving notice Monday. These two facts may be related.
If you are in the mood for a frighteningly expensive fix for the hands I recommend Aveda Hand Repair. Nothing else I’ve tried even comes close.