Day 19: Describe a habit you wish you didn’t have.
What ch’all know about Peter Cetera and Chicago?!
I am a little obsessive compulsive about the way I leave my home before I head out to work.
I will be late to work just because I feel obligated to make sure there are no stray hairs in the bathroom sink, that the dishes are washed and put away, pillows plumped and placed in their “proper” places on the couch. I guess it goes without saying that I make the bed every morning.
To be clear: I don’t think that maintaining order in the house is such a bad habit–it’s the lengths I’ve gone to to impose tidiness, particularly the being late for work one.
Maybe I just watch too many crime shows, and am thinking: what if someone has to come into my home without my consent? What will they see–sloppy slob of a girl or Apartment Therapy house tour?
I admit I have surveyed the family photos on crime scene walls, the rugs, and even if the bathroom has a fresh roll of toilet paper–when the camera’s pan lets me see that much.
I suppose it’s kind of like when your mama told you never leave the house with dirty underwear on because you never know when you’ll find yourself, umm, find yourself what mamas of the world? About to be raped by a loon? In an open air dressing room?
Yeah, so anyway, since I stopped biting my nails some years ago (not that you could tell by looking at them–pscht) this is my newest baddest habit.
And Turkey Hill ice cream. Like, really Turkey Hill, a Ginger Snap limited edition? Delish. And dangerous in fridge 402.
Crack the code, I need an intervention, help-p-p-p-p-p me!