Everyone around you has an attitude problem.

You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelette.

The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.

Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.

Your using your cellular phone to dial up every bumpersticker that says, "How's my driving- call 1-800-***-****".

Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.

You're convinced there's a God and he's male.

You're counting down the days until menopause.

You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.

The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.