Monday, November 22, 2010

I Have This Thing...

Lately my saying has been "I have this thing..." which is usually followed by the word where.

I have this thing where it isn't supposed to snow until at least Thanksgiving, if not the day after.  The weather should follow my commands, because I don't want to be thinking it's Christmas before Thanksgiving.

I have this thing where I don't like to drink any hot chocolate until January, and then I have this thing where it can only be peppermint hot chocolate with candy cane chunks in it.

I have this thing where I need a small tree that I can name Kestin for the holiday season, and even possibly after it.

I have this thing where I can't look him in the eye and talk to him at the same time, because my semantics are all weird, and I sound like a complete idiot.  For instance, I said this thing to him, "Well, my dad has to go early, but you can ride with us if you want, my aunt Brenda and my mom and me."  You can?  Who am I kidding?  I made it sound like he either could ride with us or go on his own.  Gee, thanks Chels.*

I have this thing where Frank Sinatra can only be listened to in the winter, or on rainy days.

I have this thing where he has to smell a certain way for me to feel like I am going to have to compete with a whole bunch of other girls for his attention.

I have this thing where I worry that if I look him in the eye for any period of time, he'll read my mind.

I have this thing where I have to go see the Christmas Village, but I can't go unless there's someone there to hold my hand, keep me warm, and enjoy it with me.

I have this thing where if I read Terry Pratchett, I think like Death.

There are countless more of these "I have this thing" sayings, but I think I'll stop here for the night.  It doesn't seem right for me to continue on, because some of the things that I think that start with that phrase are really strange, and I don't want you all to think that I'm insane and/or paranoid.

*I just tagged his name, because if he reads this he's going to remember that conversation and know it's him I'm talking about there anyway.

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