I believe I blogged quite some time ago about my list of pet peeves. I can't exactly remember what was on that list and I'm too lazy to look it up, but I'm fairly certain whatever was on the list remains on my list. I have an additional pet peeve I'll share at this time. It was on my list all along, but I was not yet ready to go public with it. My friends have always known, though.
Since I began blogging, I've gone public with almost every other aspect of my life. There's probably no longer any reason to hold back on this one bit of secret information, either, except that revealing it would conceivably feed my father's and brother's already well-nourished egos. On the other hand, if this doesn't accomplish the task, something else will, so here it comes (drum roll) /././././././././././././././././
I absolutely detest it it when my friends say that my father or my brother is hot. Where my brother is concerned, I care mostly because it's totally clear just how hot he thinks he is, and if he were to learn that my friends agree with him, he would become even less bearable than he already is. Where my father is concerned all I can say is . . . yuck. The words father and hot should not appear in the same sentence. Ever. Period.
I have a sign in my room. I keep it well hidden so that my dad or brother won't see it, and I take it down once the door has been closed whenever any friend except caitlin is inside. Posting the sign for Caitlin's benefit is unnecessary; her feelings and mine are one and the same concerning my father and brother. The sign says: "Cardinal Rule: Do not mention the appearance of Alexis' father or brother in this room unless you have something negative to say." My friends know better than to break this rule. One night when I was 13, two friends were sleeping over. One of them broke this rule. I brought the phone to her and made her call her parents to pick her up at 3:13 a.m. My former friend's mother was not pleased, and called the next morning to complain, but my other friend Caitlin, who has always had a very mature voice, took the phone and successfully impersonated my mother, averting disaster. Since then, no friend has ever dared break my cardinal rule. (The knowledge that Caitlin could pass for my mom on the phone was a great discovery, incidentally, and has come in handy on more than one occasion.)
Does anyone out there have a pet peeve they've been afraid to share up to this point? If so, now is the time to share it! You are among friends here.