Things That Make Me Say WTF

Okay, so it’s not things…it’s a thing. My ice machine on my refrigerator. The ice maker is very loud and obnoxious when dispensing cubes, especially when you’re sleeping.

I have this pet peeve about using the ice dispenser when people are sleeping in the house. DON’T DO IT. What is wrong with sticking your hand inside the freezer and grabbing the cubes?

Why am I ranting about ice you wonder? Well I have this habit of falling asleep on the couch every night. I have a contemporary ranch, so the kitchen is open overlooking the living room. No walls to block out sound. The DH has a nightly habit too. He’ll let the dogs out, grab himself a glass of ice water and pull down the bed. Last night was no different.

He went to the kitchen and sure enough gets some ice which proceeded to scare the living daylights out of me. He then whispers to the dogs. “Come on, guys. Time to go out.”

I was tempted to scream, “WTF are you whispering for. You’ve already woke me up with the ice dispenser.”

I didn’t.

Instead I stewed on the couch, letting him go to bed alone. I was so pissed it wasn’t funny.  

Now mind you he watches me open the freezer every single night to grab my ice and quietly put it in my glass. I don’t want to wake the sleeping children in the house. So I stayed up watching television and sending out query letters until almost 2am. Hey, at least I was productive, right?

Off my soapbox. This morning I managed to write THE END on my latest WIP Rainy Day. I’ll edit it this weekend while in the hotel room in NY. I’m going home to celebrate my cousin’s 40th birthday. I’m looking forward to seeing my family.

Hope you have a fantastic weekend!


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