Do you admit to your quirks? Do you go beyond admitting to them and embrace them? Are your quirks part of what makes you you???
I have quite a few quirks. My quirks are many. They are legion. There is a plethora, a host, a herd of quirks in my make-up. : ) Yes indeedy. Quirks abound in LisaPie-Land.
For example: I have a ton of socks. I have lots, and lots of socks. I have socks from high school. But keeping my socks is not my quirky behavior. Keeping my socks orderly and in their proper compartments in the socks bank-of-drawers is a little quirky. Requiring that my socks are ALWAYS placed on the left or right foot is downright quirky. And I am proudly admitting to the fact that before I put on a new pair of socks I look at them and find a distinguishing mark that always lets me know which will be Lefty and which will be the Righty. And never do I switch that around. My feet would never be comfortable with socks on the wrong feet any more than if I were to wear my shoes on the wrong feet.
I am one of those people that do sock, sock, shoe, shoe. Some people are sock, shoe, sock, shoe. Which I think is weird as batshit. I don't like that at all!
I like to keep things in its original packaging as long as possible. I like to keep the little plastic thingy that is on the glass of a watch face to prevent scratches, and the same goes for the screen on my cel phone. Keep the little protective plastic thingy as long as possible to ward off scratches.
I take all my Mah Jongg tiles out and clean them carefully with a soft damp cloth so that they aren't filthy and germ-ridden. Maybe that's really not a quirk?
Oh! Here's another: it irritates the beejeebers out of me when I see toilet paper hung so that it rolls back and under rather than forward and over. If I come across one wrong, I will change it. No matter whose house I am at!
I like to label things. With my handy-dandy Dymo label gun. I do love that label gun!
And I will sign off now before I scare off the 10 readers I have. Consider this a safe place to announce your quirks and revel in them!
LMAO! I had no idea you were a sock nazi!
ReplyDeleteI'm the same way with plastic coverings. Your brother likes to rip that off before he even leaves the store. It's most fun when he rips it off of MY stuff. That goes over well....
I can't think of quirks offhand. I'm sure Chris could spout off 100. I'm just particular about my red stapler...
A little OCD, aren't we?LOLOL
ReplyDeleteHere's my quirk...
I
Hate
Socks!
All kinds....doesn't matter what they are made of either.
Can't
Stand
Them!!!
Ah see, I have very hot feet. Always have.
And socks just make them hotter and sweatier!
I haven't worn socks in about 6 yrs.
I also use to hate wearing underwear when I was a child....but that's a whole other story and not for the faint of heart.lol
LisaPie, you would hate my house. I, too, hate socks. Since it's Florida, there isn't much of a need, except for working out and kids school socks. I have 2 baskets of clean socks. The kids need socks, they dive in there. I do keep my husband's black socks for work neat and orderly in his sock drawer because, well...Daddy does bring home the bacon. But, for the rest of us, not so much.
ReplyDeleteI do hate any bit of water on my bathroom counter. No one in my family is allowed to use my bathroom counter because of that. I also hate streaks or toothpaste spots or water marks of any kind on the mirror. I'm also a bit of a germaphobe and am constantly wiping down light switches, phones, door handles, any place touched by many hands and germs. I'm a mess in public restrooms, trying to touch as little as possible. I get my paper towels out of the dispenser before I wash my hands, so I don't have to touch the dispenser after my hands are clean. I know...sick. I was in a new restaurant a few weeks ago and was super excited at their bathroom. Not only was everything touchless, but when you went to leave the bathroom, there was a sensor you waved your hand over and the door opened. A bathroom after my own heart! I also like the toilet paper roll put on forwards, the right way!
Just call me a freak. My whole family does.