Why do I do that?
1) I make a half pot of coffee and then drink from it for three or four days. That's disgusting. (but don't worry- I always wash everything thoroughly before we have guests. It's only myself I don't care about.)
2) On the other hand, I refuse to drink out of a wine glass that I used the night before. Or a wine glass that is smudgy. It just Bothers me. They must be washed with hot, soapy water and dried flawlessly with a clean dish towel. If I get a smudgy wine glass in a restaurant I freeze for several minutes and am unable to speak.
3) I am anal about my kitchen being clean (other than the coffee pot, obviously). I like shiny counters and floors. No crumbs or splatters on the stove. All dishes put away or in the dishwasher. On the other hand, my bedroom can sport tangled bedsheets, teetering bedside book piles and a huge laundry pile smack in the middle of the floor, and I don't even blink.
4) I walk around my car and check all four tires before I drive anywhere. If you ride with me I'll likely be too embarrassed to do this, but I'll think about flat tires multiple times on the way to our destination.
5) I sometimes skip my night dose of allergy meds because I don't like to take medication and I think, well, it can't hurt skip one dose. Then I wake up feeling like my sinuses are filled with pancake batter. It's really smart to pay a specialist a bazillion dollars and then ignore her advice, isn't it?
6) I drop socks and gloves "accidentally" because I know my dog loves to steal them.
7) I squeal and praise my plants when they produce blooms. I've also been known to high-five their leaves.
8) I have a picture of a pig doing a flying leap off the end of a dock. I've always enjoyed it because I like to imagine that this is what animals do when humans aren't around. One night we had friends over for dinner and one of them confessed that the pig looked like a pink, hairless baby rat from a distance. Now I can only think about naked baby rats when I look at it.
9) After Mike does the grocery shopping I like to identify the least and most expensive items on the list. The least expensive is usually a bunch of scallions. I always laugh if he buys blueberries, because then the receipt says BLUB.
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