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I don't know why they call them "pet" peeves.
Most humans take their peeves...or annoyances/irritations...fairly seriously.
Now, when THIS homosapien thinks of her beloved pets (current and those who've passed through the Rainbow Bridge), it's with the utmost affection, adoration, and love-the-stuffins-out-of-em feels I have this side of my family without fur, you dig?
Ain't nothin' pet about my peeves is what I'm sayin'.
I take mine with a side of SOURkraut and a dash of BITTERS, a'ight? Not that I think I have more than the average bear ... or person. But one of 'em is fake phony plastic-ness of character. I really peeve the hex outta that in a fellow earth dweller.
You know the type. They treat folks like poo-poo-pa-doo then give a presentation about teamwork out of the OTHER side of their blow hole. Blech.
Or those who villianize a fellow human for exhibiting behavior that they, themselves, behind closed doors without the glare of an audience to stop them, display. I'm talking the exact despicableness. Grrr.
Then there's my absolute fave: when someone pretends to embrace qualities or characteristics or features or actions of another and then waits until they're out of earshot before absolutely trashing them like a rock star in a Hilton suite. Just, NO.
Look, no one's saying we all have to think identically or like the same stuff but for heaven's sake, a little common courtesy won't kill anyone, Capisce? Spread love...not icky poo yuckiness, y'all.
#BeKind #WordsMatter #Pray #Peace
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