Q is for...

Quirky

I know everyone has a few quirks about them, so I thought I'd tell you about some of mine. (Except the one's I've already told you about in my P-post.)

Before closing my cell phone and putting it away, I HAVE to wipe the cheek grease off the screen. I can't close it dirty.

If my Google Reader has any unread posts in it at ALL, it drives me nuts. I have to finish reading them. It's like having an unfinished sandwich in front of me. I can't just push it away. I'm the same way with books. No matter how much a book sucks, I have to finish it. I'm actually in the middle of one of those right now...and hating every page. (Which is strange, because I have no problem dropping other projects before finishing them. I still have touch up painting to do in my kitchen that I painted two years ago.)

I'll spend $70.00 bucks on a good pair of sheets, but I cringe at a pair of shoes or any article of clothing that is over $20.00. That might shed some light on just how important my sleep is to me.

I firmly believe that Neosporin is a cure-all for absolutely everything. It's like Mr. Portokalos's obsession with Windex.

I have a bizarre relationship with tweezers.

In fact, if I had to choose two tools to take with me onto a desert island, I would take tweezers and Neosporin. No doubt.

This one is gross. I pick at my scabs. Constantly. And I chew on my lips when I'm nervous. These two things are what started my relationship with Neosporin, I believe.

I am freakishly organized about some things, but embarrassingly unorganized about other. I have every single utility bill from the last 5 years chronologically filed away in folders. But, if you ask me where I put the scissors (or scotch tape) last, I have no idea....and then you'll find them later in the produce drawer of the refrigerator.

There are oh so many other ones, but I think that's enough dirty laundry...