Five things that aggravate the crap out of me:

• Poop. Stanky, nasty poop that’s piling up within the uncut grass that interferes with my ability to take a deep breath of fresh air.
• More poop. Stanky rancid smelling litter box that probably hasn’t been changed in 4 months. At least. The heat and wind are mixing it in with the stank of poop in the overgrown grass and blowing it into every. stinking. window. in. my. house. (Literally. Stinking.)
• Cheap cigarette smoke. Wafting into every open window in our home.
• Ripoffs. People who see something and go “oooh neat idea!” and just take it. Like they thought it up. Like they put all the effort into it. And they spin it and present it as their own brilliant idea, only it’s exactly the same freakin thing. It’s just got a different “face” and a different “name” and the rest? All created by someone else.
• Joint compound. ugh. Joint compound.