What's The Last Thing That Got On Your Nerves?

Ruthanne

Ruthanne

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What's the last thing that got on your nerves? And if nothing did that's okay, too.

The last thing that got on my nerves was listening to some oldies music for too long it seemed and all the falsettos just started getting to me real bad. I had to turn it off....enough of that!:LOL:
 
Last thing that got on my nerves... pushing myself last Friday to get everything done in and around town.

It was a hellish day, super busy, with me arriving back home again stressed, angry, and tired.
 
The last thing that got on my nerves is a single share of stock equity from the company I work for, it 'vested' and the share was worth $115, but I got absolutely nothing because the whole thing was used for various taxes, $100 just for federal! And from reading people's stories on the internet, apparently I should anticipate the IRS not believing I paid tax on it and requiring extra documentation next year. :::grumbling:::
 
I am going to assume that we are excluding the news, because if we aren’t, then I will be here for the rest of the night.
OK, it is the dog up the street or rather the owners who put him out on the deck in the cold and let him bark for an hour every evening.
 
Pecos said:
I am going to assume that we are excluding the news, because if we aren’t, then I will be here for the rest of the night.
OK, it is the dog up the street or rather the owners who put him out on the deck in the cold and let him bark for an hour every evening.
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Well that's annoying for sure.
 
Pecos said:
I am going to assume that we are excluding the news, because if we aren’t, then I will be here for the rest of the night.
OK, it is the dog up the street or rather the owners who put him out on the deck in the cold and let him bark for an hour every evening.
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be thankful it's just an hr. we have some that leave theirs out to bark for 3 hrs.
 
Michael. He's so damn annoying, got a mind of his own. After my hip replacement I took to using a walking stick for support. In the supermarket I left it propped up against the salad counter whilst I filled my little salad container. Next to me a young lady, about twelve years old, was doing something similar, her Dad standing behind her telling her which to choose.

Finishing my choice first, I inadvertently said to the young lady, can you pass Michael. She looked perplexed, so did Dad. In America, I explained, a walking stick is called a cane. At this point Dad bursts out laughing. Petulant twelve-year-old gets really stroppy, "what's the joke?" She asks. Dad tells her that Michael Caine is a famous actor. "Well I've never heard of him," she replies, still irritated and probably still unable to connect Michael, walking stick, cane and Michael Caine.

I tell you, Michael gets me into a lot trouble.
 
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