So I go to vacuum and as I am unraveling the cord I think to myself, “weird I wonder who vacuumed last.”
See I never wrap the cord, why I will just have to unravel it again. Which got me thinking about all my little quirks.
I don’t make my bed because of the same logic I use about the vacuum.
I don’t like throw pillows, don’t get them.
I never put the cap back on the toothpaste. And I put my mouth on the actual mouthwash container. I never use the cap.
I drink straight from the fridge.
I do wash my hands, like a lot.
But I don’t flush the toilet unless I poop which is never. Like seriously once a week maybe. But I am not all save the earth crazy. I litter for crying out loud.
Won’t fart in front of my husband or any man actually. Like ever ask my husband.
I am seriously obsessed with flossing, my husband has to keep floss in is car or I will have a nervous break down.
Rarely wear shoes and if I do they are flip-flops.
Hate tomatoes on sandwiches, guacamole, mayonnaise, mushrooms, the food list is actually endless that I won’t touch.
Weirdly obsessed with owls and cloth diapers to the point of hoarding.
I don’t wear makeup. I don’t own a blow dryer or curling iron.
My biggest pet peeve is when someone touches my faces. Oh and I hate hugs especially from strangers.
Holy shit reading this I feel sorry for my husband. Maybe he does love me.