At least, that’s what I like to tell myself. Christy inspired me to share reasons why I’m a little, well, weird.
I have to sleep with the open end of my pillowcase turned toward the outside of the bed.
While browsing in a new store, I have to go up every aisle, in order. No crisscrossing.
Metal scraping paper is worse than nails on a chalkboard to me.
It drives me nuts if J throws out any mail before I see it.
I must have at least 1 tube of lip balm with me at all times.
*oh, and still no baby. But Sara’s had a couple of contractions so it should happen anytime now!
Bless Your Heart 