Oh, this is easy.

I hate to say this, but I've been waiting on the opportunity to blog about this for quite some time.

Let the airing of grievances begin.

1. January 2009. Yeah, y'all have heard this one before, but it bears mentioning again. January sucked. Big time. My godfather died; my grandmother, grandfather, and uncle were all diagnosed with cancer; we cancelled our trip to Mexico; I got the flu; the cat got diabetes. All in one month. Ergo, I'm happy to kick that crappy month right in the ass. Goodbye, January. And good riddance.

2. Pan sauces. Why can't I get them right? I either make it too salty (too much salt), too tart (too much lemon), or somehow, the sauce separates right before my eyes. Ticks me off.

3. People that ask me when my husband and I are going to have kids. This could be anyone from my mother-in-law to my dental hygienist. Luckily, there's a blanket answer for each person: It's none of your effing business. Period.

4. Lady GaGa. When I first heard "Just Dance," it annoyed the crap out of me. But then it got caught in my head. Thus began the love-hate relationship with said song and artist. Damn you, Lady GaGa.

5. The receptionist in my office. This one's tough, because she really does mean well. Seriously. But her learning curve...well, it's non-existent. She makes the same mistakes, over. and over. and over. Again. And again. You get the point. And, to make things more irritating, she gets nervous around me. Like I'm some mean, tough person that she should be scared of. And when she gets nervous, she makes mistakes. You see the pattern, right?

I feel much better, thankyouverymuch.