Thursday, July 17, 2008

I'm Not the Only One After All!

Well, well, well. It seems like I'm not the only crazy one in the world who gives feelings to inanimate objects. If you are clueless to what I'm talking about, you might want to start here first. (It's #10 on the list)

I just so happened to be reading on the Post Secret site just now and stumbled upon this:



And then two people replied to that secret:


-----Email Message-----

Sent: Sunday, July 13, 2008 11:10 AM
I'm the kind of person who can't separate a bunch of bananas in the store because they'll miss each other. I have to buy the whole bunch, or none at all.

-----Email Messge-----
Sent: Sunday, July 13, 2008 12:41 AM
i buy the saddest "charlie brown" christmas tree i can find every year because i feel sorry for it, knowing no one else would ever choose it.i love that part of me.

So there. I'm not the only one who does it.

And for the record, my sister and I were talking about this very same thing today and she said she does that too. When she said that, I raised both arms in the air above my head and cried, "YEEEESSSSSSSSS!!! I'm not crazy after all!!!" Of course, I did this while sitting in a quiet little coffee shop. Any one sitting near us who might've heard me probably thought otherwise at that moment.

5 comments:

Jana said...

You're definitely not alone! House shopping was a nightmare. I didn't say anything negative about a house while were in it because I didn't want to hurt it's feelings; as if houses have feelings!

My Goodness said...

heehaheeha! So funny!

What about flies? Do you kill FLIES in your house?!?!?!

Cindy Kraft said...

I hate to say it , but you are weird and I love you!

Kristin said...

You are too funny! I am sure I do that, but my mommy brain is so bad these days, I can't seem to think of a specific situation.

Two Lines On a Stick said...

Um, last year after Christmas we were driving around. It must have been like the 27th... anyway I started crying- yes, actually crying- for all the sad Christmas trees left in the lots. Because they didn't get picked to go home for Christmas.