Wacky, Wierd?

Call it what you want, but I have a little obsession. OK, a few little obsessions. First one is that if you say something and I know a song that has that word or phrase in it, I can't help myself, I just have to sing it. It completely drives my family crazy. Especially my mama. She has to love me no matter what, right? Next obsession is patterns. I like patterns, especially with numbers. I am not good with math by any means. I just am obsessed. I seem to notice it in my car the most. Probably because I am in my car A LOT! I just wait for my mileage to get to certain points. When I was younger and way more fit, I played basketball and volleyball. I always used 33 as my number on my jersey. So when my mileage hit this number I just had to stop and take a picture. Yes I said stop. I pulled over. I'm a safe driver. It's still not a good picture though because it was dark outside.

So now that I've shared my deepest darkest secret, remember not to judge. I'm only human! I know you all thought I was perfect. I tried. Really, I did!