--Flushing the toilet with the lid DOWN. Always DOWN. I read somewhere that if you flush a toilet with the lid open, the water sprays up to nine feet up and around the bathroom--and that means if you have one of those toothbrush holders on your bathroom counter, you're getting your toothbrush marinated in some fine juices. I don't do so well in public toilets--not because I'm a shy pisser, but because I have to flush the toilet, then run out of the stall before it sprays me.
-- I can't stand stacked dirty dishes in a sink with crusty food all over them. I get upset at my family for not rinsing their nasty food remnants from them, and either loading them into the dishwasher or neatly stacking them next to the sink. Is there anything grosser than reaching into a disgusting sinkful of floating pizza crusts and soggy croutons? I think not.
-- Replacing the hand towels in the bathroom EVERY morning and EVERY night. Mom, this be why we go through so many towels. Actually, I also replace the dishrag EVERY morning and EVERY night. They get sour. And it's gross. And I don't want to wipe my clean hands on someone's old clean hands. What if they didn't use soap? Then they just wiped wet poop hands on the towel and... I go on and on. Strangely, I don't mind re-using my bath towel every day for a week.
--I have a hard time eating food I cook myself, or even food I reheat myself. If I smell it for a while before I have to eat it, I can't stomach it.
--I cannot have my fingernails/toenails painted unless they are perfect. Hence why I go for months without painting them--if they're chipped, smudged, uneven... Ahhh, I cannot handle it.
-- I have to make math games out of the time displayed on digital clocks. Like, when it's 4:36, it's not okay, because 4+3 doesn't equal 6, but as soon as it's 4:37, it's okay, because 4+3=7. Yes, I'm certifiable. Commit me.
--Refolding my napkin into a triangle, regardless of if it CAME as a triangle in the first place. (It makes it easier to wipe my fingers on it if doesn't lay quite right.)
Now see if you can handle flushing the toilet with the lid up. I dare you.
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I have a lot of those same problems. I have to put the lid down and my toothbrush is stored in the cabinet. I also can't use a dish rag too many times and can't stand when dishes are not rinsed. I will add that I hate bars of soap. Everyone rubs it on their dirty hands. I have to use pumped soap.
Wow.
Certifiable, indeed.
Actually, you're probably tons healthier than we are...
...but I'm sure I don't do as much laundry.
And my toothbrush has never tasted like poo...just so you know.
And if you're about to ask how I know what poo tastes like...don't. You don't really want to know.
it's 1:21 in the morning and I should be sleeping because I have a family breakfast at Ihop in 5 1/2 hours, but instead i am up, reading your blog, laughing my head off. and crying from laughing so hard. and trying to be quiet so i don't wake up the hubby, because he'd think i was a loon if he knew i was still up reading your blog.
and i run out of stalls when i flush the toilet. the door has to be open, and i kick the lever with my foot and skidaddle. so you're not alone.
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