It has recently been brought to my attention that some of my beliefs are, shall we say, out of the norm.
Those of you who know me best know I'm an open book. That is to say, I've never had a problem voicing my opinion. My family and I have pretty much the same ideas about the big things in life. But apparently it's the small matters that have them wondering if someone took the lid off of my 'crazy'.
The girls call them a 'mommy thing'. Joey says they're 'Angie-isms'. I call them my deep thoughts on shallow things.
All chip bags should be opened upside-down. Everyone knows the flavor falls to the bottom of the bag!
Dr. Pepper has medicinal properties.
Peanut butter and jelly should always be mixed in a bowl before being put on the bread. This keeps jelly globs from squishing out all over the place.
It is true that you are as old as you feel. It is also true that there should be an age limit for pants with anything like 'juicy', 'hottie', or 'sweet thang' written on the rear.
The right way to hang TP is always flap-over-the-top!
You'll feel better and have more fun cleaning if you wear a tiara while working. (I borrow one from my girls - with Tinkerbell on it!) Just remember to take it off before answering the door for the repair guy.
If you haven't spoken to someone in twenty years or more, you should feel no guilt refusing their brother's wife's cousin's friend request on Face Book.
It's perfectly acceptable to put bread away by picking up the package, giving it a twirl, and tucking the bag under.
Sandwiches cut on the diagonal just taste better.
The thermostat in the house should be set on an even number. Even numbers are better.
There you go. Just a few examples of things that make my family think I'm ready for a padded room. But these are the things that make me me. I'm sure everyone has their own quirks and peccadilloes, but maybe they're smart enough to keep them to themselves.
Oh well. Live and learn.