When I was a kid, I used to obsessively count things like driveways, mailboxes, cars while in the car until I gave myself a headache. I couldn't stop.

As an adult, I sometimes find myself counting words in sentences or song lyrics and making them fit on my five fingers. I make up rules like if the word has 3 letters or less, it can fit on a finger with another word. For some crazy reason, I mentioned this to my dad and found out that he does it, too! Freak family!

Congrats Allyson!

When I little and I was in the car at night, I used to be terrified that the moon was following us as we drove.

Skipping, but:

He had an anuresym. I know that's not spelled right. But he was with friends, who called 911, but it was too late.

My cousin also had an aneurysm in his early 30s. His daughter at the time was two or three. It was shocking and terrible. I'm so sorry for your loss, askye.

When riding in a car on the highway, I feel compelled to imagine a ball bouncing over each telephone/electrical pole in succession. Uneven spacing is a serious problem, as the imagined ball is sort of sluggish. This will go on until I start grinding my teeth and eventually force myself to stop.

Heh. I do this sorta, only bouncing with my tongue, back and forth.

I hate to be the one to break this to you, Sue, but it was following you.

Funny quiz: Which inflammatory pastor are you?

I hate to be the one to break this to you, Sue, but it was following you.

In fact, it still is...

Towels on towel bars must be squarely hung with the same length on both sides of the bar.

Well, duh.

Did I say this the last time we were talking about annoying elevator behavior? The people who go to get off when the doors open on 3 to let me on (going down) really confuse me, because it must mean they aren't counting the bells that go off as the car goes past each floor, and who doesn't do that???