okay, so I have a few little quirks. To me these seem totally innocuous, but as I analyze them I have no reasonable explanation and they do seem a little bizarre.
- Receipts. I can explain this one. It is genetic. My mother has stacks just like this one. This picture is the receipts that I took out of my wallet when it was too full to snap shut, I am guessing maybe a couple of months worth. the credit card is to show the relative size of the stack. this quirk is to support my second quirk which was also inherited from my mother.
- Returns. I like to buy and try. This may seem weird, but I am victim to impulse buys and often when I get home I realize that I don't like the item. Or I buy it out of fear that when I come back it will be gone. this is weird, I know.
- I buy shoes that I will never wear. I have about 6 pairs of heels that have only been worn once. I think the problem here is that I buy them because I love how they look, thinking that I will love to wear them. And then, after 10 minutes it hits me, yes, I love red patent leather heels, but no, I don't love pinched toes and hurting ankles. I realize this just in time to throw them back into the closet and slip on my sequined flip flops. ahh that is better. I have got to stop the shoe buying charade.
- Magazines. I am addicted, obsessed and yet, overwhelmed. I love magazines, all kinds. There is not one that I will not read. I even have a subscription to "Diabetes forcast" and I don't even have Diabetes! Who cares right? well, they are taking over. I have stacks and baskets of them all over the house. Not only do I love them, but I love them so much that I cannot recycle them! crazy I know. I even save them after I have read them to give to my friends. I give them as gifts. I order them for my husband, who was reluctant at first, but now loves his ESPN mag. The best part is that I rarely pay for them and when I do, I don't pay very much. I do love my magazines. I don't think I am going to give this up anytime soon. That picture is just one stack. I have another basket of old ones in the closet. Shhh don't tell Dan.