I'm a little bit ocd and a lot-a-bit a perfectionist. Everyone has their own weird little quirks but last night, while making my dinner, I realized I might have more than most. Just while making a simple scrambled egg sandwich I found 8 things that I have to do.
1- the eggs have to be completely cooked. I don't like them runny at all.
2- no white parts in the egg. I like my eggs completely mixed together so I don't have to eat just the white parts.
3- I'm afraid of the crumbs in the butter. I can't put butter with even a couple crumbs in it on my toast, it freaks me out.
4- my bread/toast cannot touch the counter. Even if I just washed it. Has to be on a plate!
5- I like my egg sandwiches cut down the middle but every other sandwich I like diagonally.
6- I only drink milk with egg sandwiches. Anything else would be weird.
7-I can't reuse my glass. It can be refilled with milk but even if I rinse it out I don't think I could drink anything else out of it. If the glass had water in it and then later I needed another drink I would have to rinse it out twice. Once is not good enough. (Jake learned this one pretty quick and now is so sweet to always rinse my glass twice.)
8- I have to look at and carefully inspect the food before it goes into my mouth. No surprises. I actually realized this one more tonight while watching Jake eat rocky road ice cream. He just scoops and eats while being completely focused on the TV. I could never do that. When I pointed out to him that this seemed crazy to me, not knowing what goes into his mouth, he responded with "and need I remind you about the crumbs?" Yes, I fear crumbs, ok!
8 'weird' things that associate with one meal. Sad really. I could probably go on for days about all my little quirks but just for fun I'll list a few more that I have.
- my hangers have to be ALL white. No wire. No color. No wood. White.
-my clothes are in color order in my closet. (I'm learning to be ok when Jake puts them in the wrong spot. I'm just thankful my husband does laundry. I really can't complain.)
- my slippers might as well be my security blankets. You know when you were a kid and used to play "hot lava" by standing on the furniture and pillows and not touching the actual floor? Well kitchen tile might as well be "hot lava" because I refuse to walk on it without slippers, or at least socks. (Jake thinks its funny to leave me stranded in a room by stealing my slippers.)
- I don't push carts. Unless I have to. But I Hate pushing carts. They are gross for one but mostly I hate pushing them because its like driving a car on roads with no rules and other people can hear you if you yell at them for pulling out in front of you. I hate driving because of stupid people and I hate pushing carts even more because of stupid people.
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