I had a friend like that @msop04! I worked with her when I was in my twenties..At that age I would get one on my face at least once a month...She would stare at me and offer to pop it when it was ready! Yuck! I would protect a pimple with a bandaid so she wouldn’t drool over me waiting to get it! LOL I never let her do it..
The water heater is way out in the detached garage.
Getting hot water to the house takes minutes and would waste 2.5 gallons.
So, I save that water in a bucket for flushing the toilet.
I can't stand when the house needs vacuuming, but don't mind that both grand pianos are perpetually covered with crap.
I agree with this. It always feels like I am putting people (ie family) out when they invite us over as I cannot eat lots of food that most people eat. I guess that makes me weird too. But it is very hard for me feeling like this and it makes me reluctant to visit others for meals. I don't like the feeling I am an inconvenience and of course family isn't shy about saying so. My friends never make me feel like that. Yet if I turn down an invite from family because I don't want to put them out they get all pissy. There is no winning.
I like to sing pop songs to my dogs but replace words in the songs with their names so they feel special.
That is so sweet @winnietucker
My one dog gets very excited and wiggly. My other dog gives me the side eye unless I’m also petting him.
... I took Kenny's suggestion to cover my windows in solar blankets in the summer, and did that for years!
Then finally we bought actual film and applied it instead.
We no longer look like a crack house, and it works a bit better.
You'd starve in the South. LOL
I identify in some way with what each person has written here. So I don't thnk any of us is in any way weird. I mean, I took Kenny's suggestion to cover my windows in solar blankets in the summer, and did that for years! Then finally we bought actual film and applied it instead. We no longer look like a crack house, and it works a bit better.
The only thing that has always stuck out for me is my chronic insomnia. I remember it from before kindergarten, and it never ever went away. I have tried sleeping pills in the past, but those were problematic. I'm not just up late. I've always been the one with the only lights on in my neighbourhood. I did laundry after 2am in my last house, where it didn't bother anyone. It was so productive. But I spend at least 2 days every month awake around the clock. My fitbit reports an error each time. I've talked to docs, I've tried meds. Some nights they absolutely don't work. It kind of sucks now. I am no longer productive in the wee hours.
I like to sing pop songs to my dogs but replace words in the songs with their names so they feel special.
When I get an invitation do dine in someone's home...
I immediately graciously decline citing my dietary restrictions, some of which are preference, and some are medical (low sodium, no sugar, white flour, white rice, potatoes. etc.)
I just level with them, but kindly.
I tell them I first don't want to put them through extra trouble in the kitchen, and second since childhood my food preferences has been a source of great anxiety that I've finally decided to save myself from.
Then I offer to return the kindness by taking them out to a restaurant another time.
HI:
really don't eat chocolate.
cheers--Sharon
I think Sharon just won the “who’s weirdest” competition.
Wait, it wasn’t a competition?
I think Sharon would win the most elegant competition.
Weirdest, nah, I can think of many weirder things/people than liking liverwurst.
Oh, it wasn’t the liking of liverwurst. My other half also falls into that category. It was the eschewing of chocolate. Fortunately @canuk-gal does still have a spot on that most elegant podium... we’ll just keep this chocolate thing our little public secret.
I think Sharon just won the “who’s weirdest” competition.
Wait, it wasn’t a competition?
I think Sharon would win the most elegant competition.
Weirdest, nah, I can think of many weirder things/people than liking liverwurst.
Oh, it wasn’t the liking of liverwurst. My other half also falls into that category. It was the eschewing of chocolate. Fortunately @canuk-gal does still have a spot on that most elegant podium... we’ll just keep this chocolate thing our little public secret.
Can't touch styrofoam, can't stand the feel or the sound of it.
I can’t touch cotton balls. Eek. The squeak it makes when squeezed gives me chills.
These are my people!
My DH has to pull the cotton out of the Tylenol bottles and remove all the styrofoam from packages...all with me holding my hands over my ears like a 3 year old.
I knew I liked your DH for a reason. And FWIW, my DH could not be happier. He gets ALL the chocolate to himself.
"Oh Santa baby give me a chocolate tree...no wayeeee...dundundunlala...ohoh...just some Tiffany" ….