Since nothing interesting is happening, other than the fact that I just want to write, this fabulous and spectacular post will be all about moi.
Since I have been alone, I have started to notice that I have some weird quirks and habits. Can you tell I've been alone for too long already?
Weird quirk #1: Bananas
I love em. Eat 2-3 of them each day. BUT, I don't eat the end of bananas. You know, the pointy ends of bananas. I either cut them off or throw them away. Why do I do this? I don't know. This weekend I thought about trying to eat an entire banana without dissecting it. Didn't happen. The thought of it made me nearly vomit.
Weird habit/quirk #2: Crossword puzzles
Like bananas, love em. As a matter of fact my morning habit includes rolling out of bed. Letting the dog out and grabbing the paper. Reading it and then setting the crossword puzzle out while I make breakfast.
I am not allowed to get in the shower until I have exhausted every across or down answer I can possibly think of.
Weird quirk/habit #3: Lotion
I have to lather this bad boy on morning, noon and night. I have lotion scattered throughout the house so that as I walk through the house on my missions, if I feel the need to lotion up, I can quickly walk over to my lotion station for a squirt.
Weird quirk/habit #4: Vacuuming
Obsessed with it. I have to resist the urge to vacuum every day. I can vacuum my entire house in one minute if I put my mind to it. I love the sound of dirt being sucked up into the machine.
Weird quirk/habit #5: The dishwasher
I have to organize the dishes in my dishwasher before I run it. All of the utensils have to be grouped together- its easier to put them away. All of the plates and bowls have to be in the same order and all of the glasses and coffee cups have to be grouped together. If someone else loads my dishwasher and I happen to notice its out of order I will quickly rearrange it when no one is looking. Sounds a bit OCD yeah?
Weird quirk/habit #6: I resist with all of my heart taking the trash out.
I hate it. It's a long walk to our trash bin. I resist. I bag everything up and set it outside the back door so I will notice it. I usually ignore it at least once before I finally convince myself to grab it. Then, I put it on the hood of my car so I don't have to walk up the hill to the bin. I drive it up there, OH MY GOSH. I'm so lazy!
Now, my house is not at all filled with trash. I usually end taking the trash out once a day. I just hate doing it and try to convince myself out of it.
Are you sick of me yet? I am.