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this has nothing to do with enchiladas or tambourines

I've been nominated to be in the Creative Home Arts Club. I'm pretty sure it's something prestigious because they sent me a free magnet AND 10 page notepad. And I got to scratch off one of those "let's see what prizes you've won" things, which usually accompany any mail of importance.

(Except that I'm also pretty sure this is a club for old women. The insert was covered in over sized fonts and cheesy clipart.)

Catch is: you have to pay a monthly membership fee and send reports on all the products they've given you to review. Yeah, that free magnet isn't sounding so awesome anymore, is it?


One of my pet peeves is when manufacturers put coupons and things INSIDE of food packages. (Another pet peeve is when my rugs are crooked - but I just straightened them before sitting down to blog, so we don't need to talk about that.)

I just pulled some trading cards out of a package of sliced ham. There they were, all snuggled up next to the slimy lunch meat. Of course they were in their own 'protective sleeve' but who really likes opening a couple of crappy trading cards when they're packaged in meat goo?

I used to eat a lot of Rice-a-roni when I was in high school. I would get the butter melting before adding the rice. So I was practically helpless when the naked coupon would come tumbling out of the box right into a pan full of melted butter. I did a lot of coupon fishing on those days. Good thing Rice-a-roni stopped putting coupons in their boxes, because I doubt I'd ever learn my lesson to check for the paper first.


One of my other pet peeves is when cupboards or drawers are left slightly ajar (or wide open.) It's so annoying. Just close the stupid drawer, how hard is it? And don't even think about leaving the bathroom closet door cracked, because you know I'm just going to be imagining the creepy psycho stalker killer hiding in there in an attempt to catch me off guard when I expected him to wait for me behind the shower curtain.

Comments

Rachel Sue said…
I have been invited to so many "garden clubs" and the like. Do people honestly pay to give them reviews?

Although the 10 page notepad has come in handy. . .
Barbaloot said…
Ooh-I do not like open drawers or closets either! Everything looks so much more clean when it's closed.

And the worst is the prizes in cereal boxes---they're stuffed clear at the bottom so you have to dump out the whole box before you get your toy!
Heidi said…
Open cabinet doors and drawers drive me crazy too, to the point that I spend a lot of time wondering why I just dont' close them? A mystery, to be sure.
Brooke said…
At least you don't have to fight with Kathy anymore about the correct way to hang a roll of tollette paper=).
J. Baxter said…
Hi. My name is Jen, and I have a problem closing cupboard doors. It doesn't help that some of mine won't stay shut and swing back open no matter what you do.

I would also like to say that although I don't close them myself (why, I have no idea - it's possibly something like your inability to check the box) I agree it looks MUCH nicer when they're closed. Maybe if I could join some support group somewhere that would help...
Emmy said…
I was invited to that club once to. I think I even joined but nothing ever came of it :)
Open drawers in the kitchen drive me crazy, my bedroom.. well just don't look :)

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