Things A hates:
1. that song with Lady Gaga where she points out she cannot answer her phone because she is in a loud locale.
2. anything remotely healthy
and a recent discovery:
3. someone (ME) drumming their fingertips on hard surfaces
I am attempting the grueling task of growing my finger nails out. As I usually take my twitchiness out on my unsuspecting nails, this is quite a feat. PROUD.
However, A seems to hate my progress.
Saturday, when I was patiently! waiting for him to glug down his 42nd serving of water that morning, I absentmindedly drummed those healthy beauties to a jaunty beat.
His breath gave a HCCK! and then a HORK! and I sprang into action.
“WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I inquired.
Glare from A … continues gulping H20.
“SERIOUSLY. DO YOU HAVE AN AILMENT?”
“Stop clicking your damn nails. It’s infuriating and I keep wanting to stop in mid-drink to tell you to stop because it’s infuriating and then I forget I’m drinking so I almost drown myself. Just stop, please.”
*starts tapping foot*
In other water-related experiments, A chokes when I poke him in the belly while drinking.
Coincidentally, something else he hates.