It's the little things

that annoy the crap out of me, or so I've realized. I'll admit that I've been trying to keep my annoyance level in check and have been doing pretty well. The fact that Mother nature stopped being a rotten slut and let the sun shine and heat come out for a few days may be helping that, but anywho... little things REALLY annoy me.
For instance...simple phone etiquette lesson. If I don't answer you the first time you call, hanging up and immediately hitting redial will not make me MAGICALLY answer. Furthermore if you feel the need to call me two times back to back, making me think you must REALLY need to talk to me, THEN LEAVE A FREAKING VOICEMAIL! If what you need is SOOO important that you must try incessantly to reach me, then it must be important enough to leave a message! FFS people. I'm either already talking to someone else and cannot answer the call waiting or I'm doing something like, shaving my legs or brushing me teeth, or I don't know, perhaps,  taking a shit.
Another thing....why must pant makers make pants with the silly little inside second or even third button? It never fails...I wait too long to go to the bathroom and when I finally make a break for it I get to the bathroom, doing the potty dance... I get buttons one and two unbuttoned and totally forget about button number three. In my haste to yank my pans down, the mysterious third button pops free--flies into the wall ricochets off of it and hits me square in the eye blinding me to the point where I fall off the toilet seat and piss on my shoe. STOP PUTTING IN THE THIRD BUTTON!
Weight loss is rolling along...now that its' warm I'm drinking lots of iced tea which is making me have to pee even more.
Gee I have a lot of potty references today, sorry. My mind must be in the toilet! Oh, I am so funny!
The rest of my garden in planted. I found a grape tomato plant and planted him, along with 4 bell peppers and one Anaheim pepper, along with one zucchini plant and a spaghetti squash and green beans. Usually I plant bush beans, this year I decided to plant pole beans, so..last night, I enlisted Drew's help in making a teepee of sorts out of fence posts and cattle panels. I plan to train my beans, along with my squash and zucchini to vine up it. Between my cattle panel teepee and my tomato filled tires my garden somewhat resembles a Christensen garage sale. (I think only my sister in law will understand that reference.) I decided to up the redneck ante on my gardening and "fertilize" a little. I had Drew clean out of one of the livestock pens and fill the wheelbarrow with "fertilizer" which I mixed into my soil before planting. I would have preferred him to clean the horse pen versus the pig pen. I stood there gagging the entire time. I may be a farm girl, but there are few things that smell worse than pig shit. I can handle cattle shit and horse shit ANY time, but pigs, eeesh....anywho, we will hope like hell something grows this year, other than the weeds!