You would think that was the end of the Red Shirt Saga I talked about in my last post, right? Why am I obsessing over a stupid red shirt? Why, I'm not obsessing, my husband is.
I've been told I have obsessive-compulsive tendencies. Me? Sure I do, but see, this is why I don't always take psychiatric diagnosis' seriously; when I think I have a problem or a phobia, I just take a look at the people around me and I can easily find someone WAY more whacked than I am!

So after I wrote that post the other day, I proceeded to put my husband's precious "lost" shirt into the washer. Now, I rarely forget and leave something in the washer overnight (it gets moldy, ew! I hate that!), I get to it eventually. Well, when my husband got home from work I was outside or something, then I walked in the back door, which is also the laundry room, you know, and I find THIS:


That shirt is HAUNTING me! In my dreams, I'm being chased by red shirts and boxes of laundry detergent!
He fished that stupid shirt out of the wet clothes in the washer and set it on top! He must have obsessed over that fucking shirt ALL DAY LONG and OH MY GOD why isn't it dry and hanging in his closet yet?!

So I threw it AND the other clothes from the washer (duh!) into the dryer and he's LUCKY I didn't throw the stupid thing in the GARBAGE!

Daily Prayer:
I'm OCD?
Right.
I'm perfectly normal.

Do you have any obsessive-compulsive tendencies?

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