I have a pet peeve. I am so sick and tired of going to the grocery store, spending 50 bucks, getting home, and realizing I forgot to purchase the item that was the entire reason for the trip to the store. I’m seriously a couple years away from having to go the Leonard/Guy Pierce route from Memento, but I’ll just use a Sharpie instead of a tattoo.
Oh, and the whole town was just treated to me bellowing off my back porch: “Damnit, Rosie, get out of there. Don’t you dare shit in the garden.”