RATTLESNAKE!

We all know of those little things in life that get under our skin and aggravate us enough to the point of spewing yucky, regretable, four letter words out of our mouths. And really, these are little boogers, nothing to get that upset about. 

Meet Weenie (you've seen her before--Wyatt's great grandmother). How does she deal with the violent urge to say something vulgar? RATTLESNAKE! Through my Aunt Carrie's post on facebook, I learned that Weenie often says this instead of dropping F-bombs all over the place, and I just might adopt her practice. There's a little one around now...time to clean up my sailor mouth! 

No rattlesnake here. Just one great fish!

So what might set me off with dropping a tiny curse word? Toilet paper! See below:

First, you buy the mega-pack of toilet paper (A) so you don't have to buy more any time soon, and (B) because supposedly you get more for you dollar.  So WHY is there the need to double package. After ripping through the first layer, you find individually wrapped 4-packs. If I wanted a 4-pack, I would have bought one. RATTLESNAKE!

Second, changing the toilet paper roll. It doesn't frustrate me if other people (Cajun Cowboy) don't change it because I don't like changing it myself. I don't know why, but I'll take out a new roll and just put it on top instead of changing it out. It's the smallest habit to change, but for some reason it simply frustrates me when it's empty. I don't care that it's there and empty, just the fact that I have to then change it. RATTLESNAKE!

Finally, my love/hate relationship with clutter. I like it. I need it. But I HATE it. You've seen my need to get organized. That was a true RATTLESNAKE week as having so much out just made me feel overwhelmed and under-productive. Check out how I tackled this one. Thanks Nowak Love Shack!