I came home from work in a feisty mood for no good reason. I was feeling bored but too tired to do anything worthwhile. I was seriously cranky pants. But making dinner made me smile.
My brother gets really irritated when people call Brussels sprouts "Brussel sprouts," so every time he says the word (and oddly enough, he says it with some frequency) he really hisses the "s" on the end of Brussels and then pauses before saying sprouts so as to make sure that the "s" on the end of Brussels isn't confused with the "s" at the beginning of sprouts. I love how totally ridiculous he sounds while doing it. So does he. He cracks himself up every time he says it.
While I'm on the subject of kitchen-related pet peeves, why the heck does it take plastic containers so darn long to dry? Just sayin'.