- Construction noises at 8 am. Or 3 pm. Or 6:30 pm. I whined and cried to Cam about this last night, much to his amusement, considering it's his business. "Isn't there some law you have to tell your neighbors before you start a project? No? When do they have to stop by? 7 pm? I'm marching over there and knocking on the door at 7:02". They stopped before 7. I am very sensitive to noise. I could do a whole list on noises I hate.
- Seeing people bite their nails.
- Nausea
- Heartburn, Indigestion, Upset Stomach, Diarrhea (I don't have any of those at the minute but sure don't like them either).
- Waiting.
- People calling me at 5:30 am to lament the loss of my friendship. Hint people: If you are trying to apologize and make nice with someone, do not repeatedly call them in the early morning. I don't mind the late night drunk calls so much, but do not f*ck with my morning.
- Okra, summer squash, and zucchini, unless they are mixed in with something else. I love every other veggie though, so that's not bad.
- The smell of cigarettes on my hands after my occasional late night smoke. I have to go scrub them immediately afterwards.
That, my friends, is all. All I could think of this morning, anyway.
I'm going now to arrange a carefully orchestrated photo of 4 vehicles in front of the Conservatory of Flowers. This takes several people/drivers and perfect timing to get 4 spots in a row in the loading zone, making sure no tour buses with curious Japanese tourists are there, and then a quick snapping of several pictures before zooming off, since it is a loading zone after all.
I love run on sentences.
Then we bid farewell to two cars, and welcome in another. Big day in our car loving household.
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