When my husband gets behind the wheel of any car other than his own, his first move, before adjusting the seat or mirrors, is to turn up the bass on the car stereo.He doesn’t listen to the music first; he just knows that wherever the bass level is set, it will not be high enough. I get it. He’s a drummer.
It’s one of his quirks.In my friend Karen’s family, they refer to each others’ (often annoying) quirks as “features“. I asked Mr. Rosenberg about my quirks. I thought he might name a few endearing little habits. Instead, I heard a list of my “features”…
1. I have a violent attachment to “my” chair at the kitchen table. Mr. R says that I am protective of my chair in a Big-Bang-Theory-Sheldon-y way. It’s a feature.
2. When we had carpets with fringe on the ends, I combed out the fringe three times a day to “untangle” it. Doesn’t everyone do this? No, apparently it’s another feature.
3. My sock drawer is organised so that the little faces on my adorable animal print socks are all adorably looking up. It’s a sock cuteness zoo. Fine. Feature.
Lisa’s sock cuteness zoo.
4. Back when I was a single lady, I kept a vigorously clean apartment, placing everything just so. Before anyone came over, I would mess something up a little so as not to appear as if I had pathologically cleaned the apartment. This of course is it’s own pathological situation. Yeah. Feature.
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My Pantry is my 'feature' everything is place on the shelves in particular order with all labels facing outwards, I am so bad when my husband brought a bigger tin of Beetroot than I would normally buy I complained and hurriedly put it in a container in my fridge as it threw out the balance of the shelf... Another 'feature' so he tells me is that I must have my special tea in my handbag when we go visiting because only Earl Grey will do and God forbid if you remove the teabag 😁
Sheldon Cooper just called, he's having a BBQ and everyone here is invited. I say this in the nicest way of course, I just realised it could sound mean lol