Four Feet More

Once again, it's Stuff Portriat Friday. I'm playing from Chicago this week, since I'm out here visiting family. Incidentally, this the first time that I've left the kids since we adopted them in December, and I was a bit freaked out about leaving. But, so far, they and Jeff are doing fine, and the house has not come crumbling down around them. I think everything will be OK. :)

So, here's the SPF assignment from Kristine this week. She may have been feeling a bit cranky because we were tol, in no uncertain terms, to "GET ANNOYED PEOPLE!!!."

1. Stuff that annoys the living sh!t out of you.
2. YOUR space.
3. Something in your life that keeps the makers of Xanax in business.

1. This was difficult, because on any given day, there are so many things that annoy me. But, here you go:

As regular readers of my blog know, I hate clowns. Some scare me, but most I just find annoying. I am especially annoyed by all their little gimmicks and tricks - their round, red noses; the squirting flowers; their obnoxiously colored outfits; and most of all, their stupid, oversized shoes! Some of you may feel that I'm being a bit hard on the noble profession of Clownery, but truly, they bug the sh!t out of me. Jeff actually took this shot of a clown's shoe at a children's birthday party we attended a while back. (Even when annoyed, I have to give credit where credit is due).

2. MY space
This is currently "my space." I have a little section of kitchen counter (with a chunk taken out of the front), on which sits my Apple laptop, and on a good day, a cup of tea. I've staked my territory here, and pretty much everyone else leaves my space alone. Someday I hope to have a house with a larger space for myself. A library, perhaps, with a lock on the door. That would be nice....




3. (I'm working on the assumption that Xanax in an anti-anxiety medication)

Weeds and redwood droppings! Our backyard is innundated with these things, and it seems I can never get rid of them all. I could spend an entire weekend weeding and de-redwooding the yard, only to wake up on Monday morning with a fresh array of debris from the redwood tree outside our fence littering our lawn. To add insult to injury, the weeds seem to thrive in the redwood "mulch." I really can't win...

Did you play?