In. In. Out. Out.

So, not liking 2008 so much. Little things are getting under my skin. And for those that know me... it's unusual for the little things to get to me. I've been told many times that I "have perspective."

Normally I "Breathe in. Out. Let it go." Six words that have always been a powerful mantra to me. I've always thought life could be built around those six little words. But lately the universe has been testing my patience. My latest list of grievances:

• $2.50 garbage bags that get eaten - by god-only-knows-what creatures - within 20 minutes of being put outside (We have a pay-to-play garbage system here.)
• A bathroom skylight which has literally cracked under the pressure of the never ending snow we received this winter leaving trails of water down the walls (Insurance will cover that, right?)
• A salary review which still hasn't happened and we're now in month three of of the year...
• Line-ups to Tim Horton's drive-thrus that block traffic on the street! WTF?
• People in mini-vans.
• Inability to find my favorite bra. (Where did it GO?)
• A cat with bad breath and a penchant for *snoring* right into my face at night. Again, WTF?

Crikey. And these are just the *trivial* things. Breathe in...