“What is your pet peeve” is a common question that I never have an answer for.

I’d like to think it’s because I’m such an easy going gal, nothing ever really “peeves me”.

But no I think it’s probably more to do with the fact that I have the shortest memory ever and I tend to forget what I was mad about. I might get fantastically irritated about something but I probably won’t remember what it was ten minutes later.

So the other night I was at home and I suddenly came into contact with the peevest of peeves. I was so peeved I slapped a collar on that thing and called it Spike for it was my Pet Peeve. I even wrote a note on my phone so I’d remember what it was, should I ever be questioned on my list of peeves. Does anyone else ever write themselves notes on their phones? My note list would probably get me sent to a mental institution, it makes very little sense and isn’t any where grammatically correct. But I digress.

I wrote down my Peeve so that I would remember what it was because I was so annoyed, it was surely my Pettest of Peeves. So I’m sharing it here with you, for historical documentation:

My Pet Peeve is running a nice hot bath only to step in and realize all the hot water is gone.

Have you ever done this? Murder. Murder was on my mind. If there had been any living organism at home to strangle, I might have done it. Instead I contented myself with slapping a towel around a bit, but it didn’t really ease my frustrations.

There is surely nothing worse in the world than taking the time to run a bath, busying yourself while the tub fills by imagining that gorgeous steamy water, picking out the perfect book to accompany you, getting your best lotions and maybe a candle or two ready for the soak, and then going to step in and the water be luke warm.

Luke warm water is the worst feeling EVER. My skin starts to crawl, my innards start to curdle, and all I want to do is scream loudly and profanically (not a word but in this situation I feel a made up word is called for)

I utterly REFUSE to take a tepid bath but unfortunately no amount of fluffy towels or warm fires can replace the dignity you lost when you placed your foot into that shameful tub. You feel silly for the rest of the evening, blowing out candles, shoving the lotion back in the cabinet. but the worst, THE WORST, is submerging your hand in that disgusting water to let the tub out.

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I do believe the best words to describe my feelings are from God himself, since the Bible does say, “But since you are like lukewarm water, neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth!”

Exactly. PET PEEVE.