Oh! And toilet paper MUST be over...I will reverse if it is put on the holder under.
Good way to have a roll of toilet paper wasted by cats, puppies, or troublesome young children. Do that here and you'd be murdered or at least required to clean it all up. Although most of the time the toilet paper doesn't go on the holder cause it gets ruined by something so it sits on the nearby counter.
The only stuff I do around the house is just to prevent things from being destroyed, run off with, lost, etc..... because of the number of animals. I suppose the closet thing to this thread is that I don't make eye contact. I never have and I refuse to pick up the habit just because everyone things I should. There's no major reason for it except it never felt natural. I guess I spent too much time hanging out with animals instead of people. If I make eye contact it's a threat. It means I'm ready to fight verbally or physically. Just like it does with animals. As a counter balance I pick up body language very well so facial expressions are less important for me to judge someone's mood.
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I do that! I was working on a scarf that called for stockinette and I was getting so frustrated that I couldn't remember what to start with so I began doing that too. Course I have to write down that I stop with purls on the sheet or I will somehow mess that up too.
Whew. If two or more people do it, then it's not really weird
. I've also GOT to mark where I stopped. Not really a weird thing, though- more like horse sense.
All my needles are in order from smallest to largest, my yarn is starting to be sorted by fiber, and on all my projects I MUST stop on a wrong-side row- even if it's not a purl row. THAT's pretty weird.
So cool to hear from another knitter! Love your avatar!
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OMG, you just described my ex husband!!!!! He had all his shoes lined up in those cubby hole storage units (one shoe per hole). As a joke, early in our marriage, I switched two of the shoes leaving an unmatched pair side by side. He went into a rage!!!! I was shocked beyond belief. That was when I knew I was in for a Looooooonnngggg ride. He left after 20 years of marriage. I learned to adapt, but it is REALLY hard living with someone with OCD. I would never have been allowed to have chickens when he was here. So, I got chickens and my freedom.WOOO HOO! Not so bad.