So there’s this meme that’s been going around blogland for months and months, and I have been tagged for it numerous times, I know. This is the meme where you have to list 5 or 6 or 7 (it just kept growing!) “weird” things about yourself. Everyone has done this meme, I think. Everyone but me.
“but WHY, ESC? when you have been tagged for it so many many times, and you LOVE posting weird things!”
Because, my dear internets…I keep wracking my brain for anything weird to list that I haven’t already blogged about. And it’s…just…not…happening! Internets, I STARTED this blog to write about my idiosyncrasies and strange occurrences in my life. There is very little weird stuff about me that you don’t already know! Like, I yell at lemonade containers! I CAN’T GIVE ANY MORE! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, INTERNETS? BLOOD?? DO YOU WANT MY BLOOD???
That being said, I have thought of a couple weird things about me that are not interesting, really, but could serve as suitable weird things for the meme. I will not give them all at once, though, because I don’t have enough for the meme, and as I’ve been tagged so many times for it, I think I’ll get a few posts out of it. Just so you get your money’s worth*.
weird thing #1:
1. The plates in my dishwasher absolutely have to be arranged biggest to smallest. I have no such demands about anything else that goes in the dishwasher, but the plates have to be perfect. And that includes anything that is plate-like. Plastic cutting boards first, platter second, large pot lids, large dishes, smaller dishes, those plates I got from Target for $1 each, smaller pot lids, and finally the glass dessert dishes. I will rearrange every damn dish in the dishwasher if, after loading, another dish turns up from the living room or Kev’s manputer room.
*ask about our “return for full refund” policy!
I’ve been tagged for this a couple of times too but have a different problem. I’m just boring and can’t think of any weird things, if I could I’d have posted about them by now.
When visiting friends and family, I have the compulsion to clean or arrange their stuff. However, my place is rather… uh… “Katrina chic”, let us say.
I do the same thing with glasses on the top shelf of the dishwasher. It’s not right to have tall, short, then tall. All the like-glasses need to be next to each other.
It’s an illness; what can I say?
I believe it’s called OCD, my dearests.
And I thought of you guys last week when Rick and I were watching TV and kept seeing commercials for turning a space into a “man cave” and he said “Why would anyone want a man cave? I want to live in the whole house, not just one room!” And I said “You should ask Kev…he has a man cave.”
Popular, you are. NOT that I want to be tagged, but should I feel slighted that nobody has tagged me for this?