We really need a RL Mildly Disgruntled thread. The majority of what I post in this thread isn't really anger so much as eye-twitching annoyance... anyway!
It's been a minor disgruntlement of mine we didn't have one of those, too. Very little raises to the level of straight up anger in my world, but I can peeve-rant over nothing like a champ.
Today's peeve: I don't know if my mother is getting senile, or is just naggier as she gets older.
Actual sequence of events:
7:45am, email, Mom:
i need to get embroidery floss boxes from the store but I don't want to they are expensive when they are not on sale
aren't they always on sale?
7:46am, email reply, Me:
I have several dozen from when we swapped out the bead boxes in the garage. You can have them all. Save your money. I'll have Brian bring some to you when he gets home from work to leave in the door so you'll have them by tomorrow morning, if that works?
7:50am, email reply, Mom:
sounds good
10:30am, email, Mom:
don't forget the floss boxes
did you find them yet?
10:40ish, email, Me:
Brian put them in the garage somewhere. He will have to find them when he gets home. They'll be in the door in the morning, no worries!
11:15am, phone call:
Mom: We're going to the diner, did you want me to get something takeout to drop off?
Me: Thanks! Sure, just whatever today's soup is, that'd be great, I still have that damn cold.
Mom: Don't forget the floss boxes! Did you find them yet?
Me: I have no idea where in the garage Brian put them, and I'm not battling the monster spiders to check.
Mom: Could you check?
Me . o O ( She did volunteer to bring me free food... ) OK, checking. Yeah, I see the box, but I can't reach it, he'll get them when he gets home, don't stress.
Mom: OK!
12:30pm: Mom drops off soup. "Were you able to get any of the floss boxes?" I quietly die inside just a fraction more and thank her for the soup.
1:15pm, email, Mom:
don't forget the floss boxes
1:16pm, text, Me to Brian: Please don't be late getting home. Mom's got a wild hair up about those floss boxes.
1:17pm: I spike the shit out of my coffee.
1:20pm, text, Brian to me: She called me already. I told her I'd put them in the door.
1:25pm, text, me to Brian: She... realizes you're not actually in the state right now, right?
1:26pm, text, Brian to me: ¯_(ツ)_/¯
1:30pm, email, Mom:
please don't forget to tell bri about the floss boxes
i need them and they are very important
1:32pm, text, me to Bri: BTW we are almost out of vodka.
1:35pm, text, Bri to me: I will put some in your door by morning.
1:40pm, text, me to Bri: I love and hate you right now.
...there were about 5 more emails, and two more phone calls each asking about the floss boxes. My husband insisted we should leave the entire box of dozens of them in her door. (I should have let him.)