1. I don’t consider myself really clean until I’ve used Q-Tips. I love Q-Tips. If I ever hike the A.T., I’ll have to allocate space in the pack for Q-Tips or I’d be miserable. Edited to add: Obviously, I’m talking about cleaning my ears here, people. I’m not THAT weird!
2. I’m a little psychic. No, I didn’t mean to type “psychotic.” Sometimes I can tell that things are going to happen before they do. It’s like a deja vu feeling in reverse. Examples – one time I was sitting in my apartment and had a “flashforward” of my lights going out. I was wondering if I’d mailed the electricity bill and then the lights actually did go out. Turns out some kids were fooling with the breaker box and had thrown a breaker that turned out my lights. Another example is when SB and I were up at Mt. LeConte in the Smokies, I was in our cabin and SB went to the lodge to lock up our food for the night (keeps the mousies away). I was sitting in the cabin, alone, and I knew that he was up there talking to one of the Mt. LeConte guys about thru-hiking the A.T., and even the things they were both saying. When SB got back to the cabin, I recounted the conversation to him and he was a little freaked out. Good thing he only said nice things about me! I also predicted snow a couple of years ago, but that’s probably an ability leftover from growing up in Indiana.
3. I have to shuffle cards at least three times. If SB and I are playing Canasta, I shuffle my half of the deck three times before swapping half the cards with him, then I have to shuffle that three times, and so forth. I don’t do it for luck; I do it because takes three shuffles to be COMPLETE.