There are certain things that I am kinda freaky about. Not many. Because basically having more than four would be considered "details" and I think we have established that DETAIL is not my middle name. Although it might kinda have a nice ring to it Country Detail Girl....what do you think? I am just sayin...it might grow on you....
Anyhoo, there are a few things that make me gag and squirm and clinch my butt cheeks in disgust. Stop your judgin. You know you do it too.
And I am gonna take the liberty in tellin you what they are. In case I ever become paralyzed and unable to talk, you will call IJ and say...PLEASE for all that is good and lovely in this world don't make CG endure these travesties. Cause he might get mad at me one day and subject me to my hiney clinching fears.
So here they are. Don't hate -- appreciate.
1. Flushing the toilet while I am still on it. I am sorry but the mere thought of small particles of toilet water splashing on me makes me clinch. And gag. And squeal. Cause it is one thing to have clean toilet water (is there such a thing?) splash, but used toilet water on my hiney is too much for me to endure....and it is cold. I have to be completely done and all zipped up before I flush. And then I use my toe and run. I feel this protects me from any forgein spray-age.
2. Fresh moist stringy airborne mucous. AKA Snot Rockets. You know, when someone is laughin and snot goes a flyin....or coughin without coverin their mouth! It makes me gag -- I kid you not, I was on a plane one day and the guy next to me sneezed a flying string of mucous staight on my knee. And I was wearin a skirt. Without panty hose. Above the knee. And I knew not what to do....so I ever so thoroughly wiped it on the palm of my hand and rubbed in on his knee, smiled, and said, "I think this is yours." Ironically, he did not respond.
3. Salty kisses. Nothing makes me spit and spew more then when IJ comes home from his marathon training and I am lying on the couch watching Young and the Restless and eatin bon bons, and I give him a big old smooch only to taste salt -- sweaty salt. Basically, I just licked sweat. And I gag.
4. Raw chicken skin. I am sorry, but I have to think happy thoughts in far off lands with unicorns and rainbows anytime I am dealin with raw chicken skin. Cause it make me clinch my hiney cheeks. Nuff said.
So that is it. Those are my hiney clinchin idiosyncrasies. Remember, don't hate -- appreciate.
I told you yours, now you tell me mine....Oh wait. I told you mine, now you tell me yours. Details Schmetails.