- I am always cold, yet I insist on eating ice
- I have the sense of smell of a coyote and we are not even related
- I sort stuff when I'm stressed out
I am of the mindset that anytime you add ice to your drink of choice, it automatically turns into a treat, like a slushy or something. but it has to be the right kind of ice, I'm very partial to my own ice that comes out of my freezer; and it has to be crushed, not cubed. In fact when I was working, I would take a huge container of crushed ice from my freezer to work and keep it in the fridge there, so I could have it in my water (or drink of choice) every day. It is kind of a security for me. However, I am always cold, and like blankets on my if I'm sitting for a long period of time. call me crazy.
my sense of smell drives me and my family crazy- I'm sitting in the side chair at this very minute, not on the couch because the couch is putting off this kind of pungent smell, like really stinky socks or someones sweaty armpits or a combination of both. My husband is kinda crude when he says that I can smell a fart before it comes out of someones colon, but its true! As far as super powers I could have thought of some others that would have been nicer to have. My son would rather me have some other power too. He is 15 and every time he sits down, I smell his feet, his socks even when he claims they are clean. My husband has this pair of shoes, that every time he sits down and I am within 3 feet of them, I can smell them, its not dirty sock smell, its like wearing your shoes out in the rain and having them get soaked through... then its after they dry.. smell. Its only this one pair of shoes, too... maybe I should burn them, or throw them to the dogs.
My son got home the other day from school, and I realized I might be crazy when I was so excited to show him what I had been doing all day- sorting a huge bag of buttons. I was so excited cause I had this epiphany that I could sell my button collection and make enough money to help support us. Its this bag of buttons I have had since my crafting days back when my daughter was 18 months old. (she is 19 now). I had them all divided out, then sorted into coordinating colors that matched, took pictures of the groups and put them on ksl.com to sell. I thought it was an ingenious idea! It wasn't until the buttons didn't sell, and I was back in the same room sorting another bag of stuff (screws, nails, and washers etc) that I wondered if there was something seriously wrong with me. I think things should have there own place to call home, even if the location of said home is only a place that I know about. that's not crazy now... is it?
