Don't get me wrong, I do love him....

I am a strong person.  I know this.  I do however have two flaws.  I am immune to Kryptonite, however, there are ways to wound me.

1)  Chewing Ice Cubes!  This act causes me physical pain.  I do not know why.  I simply link it to the issue some people have with finger nails on a chalk board.  I rarely run into this problem outside in the world, but I am forced to suffer its affects daily.  Jimmy and I have been together working on our 18th year and he MOST DEFINITELY IS QUITE AWARE OF THIS ISSUE, yet he chooses to torture me for no apparent reason.  In fact, he has a magical glass that provides an endless supply of ice cube to masticate!  He then awaits my irritable exit from the room.  Shortly after that, he follows me around the house, gnashing each ice cube a sum total of four hundred seventy two thousand, nine hundred sixty two times!  "What (crunch, crunch) is (crunch) the (crunch, crunch, crunch) problem?"  Why (crunch) are (crunch, crunch) you leaving?"  Argggggghhhh!!!  Don't get me wrong, I do love him, but there are times I wish he had no teeth!

2)  Silverware screeching across plates or teeth!  Why, oh why on Mother Natures Green Earth do people feel the need to bite down wholeheartedly upon the silverware and then pull it through their locked in teeth!  FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, DO NOT EAT YOUR SILVERWARE!  Also, these same caring and thoughtful individuals feel the need to use a knife to cut pudding.  They stab savagely with a fork and then drag a knife the equivalent of six miles across their plate.  WHY?  TELL ME WHY?????  Why on earth does it take more pounds per square inch to cut mashed potatoes then your car tires need?  Ack, and yes, Jimmy loves to torment me with this one as well.

So, what brought on this post?  For the last hour, either a knife has been schreeeeeeking across a plate or a thousand ice cubes have gone to their death.  He must want me dead.

Question to self....."Obsess much Predo?"

Breathe deep.