I like to eat Red Vines at the movies. Only I just don't eat my Red Vines like a normal person, I tie the end in a knot and bite it off, and then tie the remaining piece in second knot and eat that. And I have done it that way for so long, I don't even realize I am doing it. But I can't eat licorice without tying it in a knot. Life would be so much easier if they sold the Red Vine in a knot form.
I hate wasting stuff. If I buy something, like a new brand of toothpast or lotion, and I hate it, I will continue to use it until it's gone because I don't want to waste it. I think that's why I tend to be pretty brand loyal about stuff. If I try something new, it's a big deal.
I'm anal about the recycling. No really. If I see something in the recycle that doesn't belong, I freak out. My kids are notorious for putting paper plates in the recycle. They don't get it. "It's paper," they say with a confused look on their face. Oy vay. And vice versa with seeing something in the trash that can be recycled. I freak. Like that one bottle in the trash is going to make a difference. But who knows. Maybe it would.
I feel uncomfortable when I am out in public without earrings or painted toenails. Yet I have no issues with not wearing make up.
I will never ever ever drink a non-diet soda. Because I am 100% convinced it will cause me to gain 10 pounds. I have no issues with eating pizza, chocolate, or just about anything that has been deep fried.
I don't like Hershey's kisses. Unwrapping them is too much work.
My feelings get hurt when someone stops following me on Twitter.
Whenever I take napkins from a dispenser in a restaurant, I grab as many as I can. I'll take a giant stack 2 inches thick. I don't know why. It might be the mom in me. But I don't throw them away if I don't use them. I have lots in my car and the entire top drawer of my desk is full of napkins. I'm a napkin hoarder. But I'm also an anal recycler (which sounds a lot weirder than I thought it would) so it makes it okay.