I Hate...

Today was one of those days that I was just done with before it even began. So in that light, I share with you the following list. (Yeah, I know "hate" is a strong word. I'm using it anyway.)
I hate...
I hate hiccups.
I hate dill pickles.
I hate that the gap between a 3 year-old's independence level and a 7 year-old's independence level is colossal.
I hate rain on school days.
I hate not being able to breathe through my nose.
I hate that Shaun has to have a second job.
I hate olives.
I hate mushrooms.
I hate that I'm apparently a pickier eater than I thought.
I hate that I love to eat so much anyway.
I hate Homeowner's Associations.
I hate when other people like Homeowner's Associations.
I hate weeds. (Gee, did you make that connection there?)
I hate that it's impossible to find the right temperature on the thermostat when everyone in the house is sick.
I hate cleaning bathrooms. (worst chore ever)
I hate being so far away from my sister.
I hate marker on tables. (Seriously, tell me the best solution to clean it off, pleeease.)
I hate when people say they don't like "The Big Bang Theory." Crazy.
I hate people who ride bikes in the street when I'm driving. (Yes, I know it's legal. That doesn't mean I have to like it.)
I hate when I cry at work.
I will hate anyone's inability to recognize the sarcasm and actual light-hearted nature of this post.
(Of course, I know how lucky I am at the end of the day to have many, many more things than are on this list to be thankful for.)