Slightly irritated!

So, for most of you who know me, I don't really get aggrivated or annoyed easily, but this week has been a different story. There have been so many little things that have just BUGGED me to pieces this week. Geeeeeeeze! Exhibit A: These guys who are attending the local University are in a business class and had to develop a "business" and plan to make money. So, they built a hutch "that retails at $800" and decided that they'd "sell raffle tickets to a small pool of people for $25 each" trying to make as much money as possible, "preferrably at least $500." So, its this huge hutch and they want me to buy a raffle ticket that most likely wouldn't win it. Really? That's the best you got for a business idea? Bummer! I don't know why, but I was just so bugged with the whole concept; maybe because I thought the idea was silly, maybe because it was just tacky how he presented the "business." For whatever reason, and as bugged as I was, I politely declined entering the "raffle" and sent them on to the next person. I wasn't mean, and I didn't tell him what I felt, but come on guys. Are you in college? Exhibit B: Collin and I live in the basement of this fantastic historic home. Fortunately, we have the whole house to ourselves, because the owners actually live in a different home in a city a little north of ours. Both homes are beautiful, so I can understand why they need to sell one of them, especially during this economic crap we're experiencing. Anyway, getting to the point, Collin and I get to take care of the beautiful house. We get to water all the plants, rake the leaves, etc, etc. Lately we have noticed a ton of little poo droppings in our flower beds. So, I asked the neighbors who have a little dinker of a dog if they had forgotten to pick up their dogs business. Denied it, of course. A few days later, I come out of the basement, and I hear the dude calling for his dog. The dog was totally hangin out in our yard. I know he was sniffin around for his next target. C'mon people. Really? You couldn't pick up your dog poo? If you're gonna own a dog, you better pick up after its crap. Geeeze! (The funny thing here is that when I was little and had a dog, "Peaches," who I loved, I never picked up her poo... but I was young. These people are old enough to go to college and live with their bf/gf. If you're gonna try to be responsible, try a little harder.) Ok, I realize how much I'm complaining and releasing so much frustration, so I think it's about time to stop. haha! Sorry, I just had to let it out! And I'm done. Its all I needed.