ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-NINE.

In a perfect world, I would be through my third or fourth glass of water. The Post Office would be a pleasant place to go to (and subsequently, they would wonderful enough to give me my package ...) with working air conditioning. Giada, when teaching me how to make cupcakes, would not over-annunciate every other word that she says. Which brings me to this really cool, on-going illustration project that was started, if anything, to celebrate our every nuisances. The best part? Going through each illustration, you can definitely pick out a few that make you go, "Yeah! I really, really hate when that happens!" Check it out.