Confession of my silliest habits:
1. I hate to sleep with the door closed. This drives my husband crazy. As bad as this is, it's an improvement. I slept with a blanket until I got married...that's the truth. Tom refused to sleep in the same bed with it, so I had to choose (it was horrible) In college I kept it under my pillow out of shame and embarrassment. What is wrong with me?!?
2. I think that I may have an mental addiction to Pepsi. I can go for about two weeks without one, but then I start to become desperate.
3. I have a thing for arranging things in alphabetical order. I get this from my slightly, OCD father. CD's, movies, I had to draw the line at my kids' names.
4. I have to sleep with socks on...yes, even in the middle of the summer. It's something related to my fear of vampires sucking the blood out of my toes...don't ask me why I believed this as a child, but I have yet to overcome the habit.
5. I whistle...constantly. It's impossible for me to sneak up on somebody. Isn't that weird, especially for a girl? I mean, I'm not trying to be sexist, but how many women do you know who do this?!? I am not sure, but I think that I derived this habit from my grandfather...he did the same thing.
I could go on...Tom could go on even longer. :)
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Hello! Thanks so much for your kind comment on my amateur blog. I am so glad you stopped by!
Don't consider your alphabetizing silly, view it as a gift. I am so on the opposite end of the spectrum it isn't funny. If being a disorganized Person of Clutter were considered a disability, I'd never have to work a paying job again in my life!
If you ever start a Personal Organizing business, you've got a fellow Virginian who'd be first in line to pay. My CD's are scattered hither, thither and yon.
Thanks again and I look forward to reading more of your blog.
Okay....I HAVE HAVE HAVE to sleep with the door shut. I CANNOT bear it to be open.
Do we have to break up now?
Amy Jo,
where for art thou???
-Bink
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