Me [wincing]: I...can't do that. It grosses me out.
Boy: But we've bathed together before...
Me: Yeah, but I was always in the bathtub first, so that makes it okay; my germs neutralize your germs. If you're in there first, your body taints the water, turning it into a hot, festering stew of dirt, skin cells, and microorganisms, and I can't bring myself to get in there with you. I realize that this only makes sense in my head.
Boy [completed unfazed and unoffended]: Okay then.
When it comes to
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(This is a painting of sugar cereal! The caption says: I always save the marshmallows 'til the end.)
my odd quirk? i can't touch cotton balls. touching them sends a violent cringe through my entire body- i hate it. my husband thinks it's funny to chase me around the house wielding a cotton ball. i do not find it amusing.
ReplyDelete@Jet: I'd pay money to see that!
ReplyDeleteAw, that's so mean of your husband to exploit your squicky feelings like that!
ReplyDeleteI used to know someone who was the same way with velvet - couldn't stand to touch it. My own textural issues are with things that squeak, like lightly cooked green beans when I chew them or dry snow under my boots. GAH.