My wife added to her surprisingly long list of pet peeves yesterday: my son and I were eating lunch when she suddenly emerged from the bedroom, raging about the sound of our spoons scraping the bowls from which we were eating stew. I mean she lost her shit. We just sat there, staring at her with identical slack-jawed expressions on our faces. It remains to be explained how the fuck she could even hear us, since the bedroom TV sounded like a damn jet taking off (one of my pet peeves) and the door was closed.
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