January 25, 2007 @ 9:06 pm | Filed under: Uniquely Me

"I think that, somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision." – Eleanor Roosevelt

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Okay, so turnabout is definitely fair play. So I’ll tell you something about me that you don’t already know. Or – if your name is Rochelle – you do already know this and have tried to use this piece of info to mess with my psyche. (And you thought I didn’t notice…!)

I was brushing my teeth one morning and heard Mike come into the bedroom. While I rinsed and spit and brushed again, I could tell by the rustling sounds in the next room that he was…making the bed! This was good, very good, right?

You’d think so.

I walked into the bedroom, with clean, shiny teeth, fresh breath, and big ‘ol thank you on my lips for my husband who had so selflessly, so sweetly—–

WHAT IN THE WORLD?

Here is where I probably need to insert a disclaimer. "Hi, my name is Staci and I’m a throwpill-aholic." The proper definition would go something like this: n. a person (usually a Type A) who cannot go about her day if throw pillows on bed are out of place or skewed.

Simply. must. fix.

My dear, sweet husband had not only made the bed, but had also thrown down a gauntlet. He stood in wait, a silly grin of glee crawling across his face as I walked in and witnessed his "gift."

"Leave them."

Just the thought of leaving those pillows tossed every which way but the right way was enough to start the twitching. So there I am, with clean teeth, fresh breath, twitches, and a smiling husband who thinks the whole episode is a total riot.

"I bet you can’t go the whole day without rearranging them."

See, the man loves a challenge. But didn’t the Diet Coke challenge teach him a thing or two about my will power? Don’t tell me I can’t do something because, by George, I’m going. to. do. it. Twitches, or no.

Just so you know, I did go the entire day without once touching the throw pillows on the bed. Sometimes the key to winning a challenge is to simply walk away. After all, you can’t touch something you can’t see.

So now you know something about me that you probably didn’t already know.

I’m a throwpill-aholic.