The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage does not allow any pets in our domicile. Something about cleaning up their mess and fleas and other things that I cannot recall. When our last child moved out of the house so did all pets. They are now just fond memories, at least on my side.
So no pets are roaming around our house but I do have a variety of pet peeves. My wife graciously allows me to keep my pet peeves as long as I keep them to myself and that they do not mess up the house. For the most part, I try to do that, but occasionally one of my pets escapes from its pen.
A pet peeve that recently escaped from its cage is, people taking something out of context to prove their point. You can make anything say and mean anything you want it to say or mean. The politicians have perfected this art and I think it ought to remain within the confines of Washington DC.
Getting back to my pet peeve. Perhaps an example might help explain what I am talking about.
This one has to do with my wife. We have been married for over 40 years and get along famously but every now and then she will say, “Who do you think you are?” The first time I heard this I was rather stunned.
If I would take that question by itself and divorce it from its context, I might flounder in the sea of despondency. After all, if my wife of 40 something years does not know who I am, something is amiss.
I distinctly remember one time when she asked this question she caught me off guard and I reintroduced myself to her. Let me just say, I will never make that mistake again.