Things that annoy me of the day:
I am rarely annoyed. I mean, to the point of complaining annoyed, that is. (Other than my pain which does annoy me on a daily basis. I’m 100% wimp.)
But there is one thing in this house that gets on my last nerve.
Mama Ellen’s fancy pill box with a timer.
No one is ever around to turn the thing off.
And we don’t go by the programmed schedule anyway, but Mr. Himself insists on using the darned thing and since it’s his Mama, I have to go along. (Mama’s pill schedule has changed since moving in with us and no one knows how to program the darned thing.)
I’ll be deep into a train of thought when that thing goes off and besides scaring the crap out of me, it is horribly annoying and I have to walk into the kitchen to turn it off.
I suppose if that’s the worst of my troubles, I’m a very blessed American. I know this.
Just feels good to rant a little.
(I’m sure my annoyance isn’t about the pill box at all but about other things that I am displacing onto the pill box…don’t ya think? Maybe?)