I don't know

1.) One pet peeve that shouldn’t drive you crazy, but does.

I don't know.

no, I know.

I know what my pet peeve is, and it is the phrase 'I don't know', specifically when Andrew says it.

I have taken enough public speaking classes and listened to enough people to know that most people have verbal ticks especially when they are asked to respond to a question.

Andrew doesn't say 'like' or 'um' or 'uhhh' or make some other strange noises.  Our conversations go kinda like this:

Andrew is talking with his mom on the phone for quite awhile.  He hangs up.  Being the nosey interested person I am, I ask about the conversation.

Christy: Oh, you're off the phone.  How's your Mom?  What did y'all talk about?
Andrew:  I don't know.
Christy:  What?  How can you not know?  Y'all just spoke for over 20 minutes and you don't know what she said?
Andrew: I don't know.  I mean, I guess we just talked about stuff, you know.

I am making a quick run to the store, and want to include any of Andrew's needs in this run.

Christy:  I'm running to Walgreens.  Do you want anything?
Andrew:  I don't know.  Yeah, get me some Coke zero.

And of course the classic figuring out what is for dinner tonight.

Christy:  What do you want for dinner tonight?
Andrew:  I don't know. 
Christy:  Well how about a pizza?
Andrew: No, I don't really want pizza tonight.
Christy:  Well then you do know, so what do you want or not want tonight.
Andrew:  I don't know.  Doesn't really matter.

ahhhhhh .... I just have to keep repeating 'my husband is intelligent, my husband is intelligent, my husband is intelligent'  ... he just doesn't know anything at first!