Imagine That

I'm thirty-four and I still do that. I also avoid stepping on sidewalk cracks, only walk on the black squares of black-and-white checked floors, and obsessively count ceiling tiles. I can't decide if there's something wrong with me (quite likely) or if I'm just awesomely in touch with my inner child (her name is Kimbo and she is fueled by cookies).

What do you think? Crazy, awesome, or all of the above?

1 comment:

  1. crazy-awesome, I say . . . but then again, that's from having known you for coming up on 12 years now . . . *smile"
    if I was more limber, I'd be lava-stepping on couch cushions right there with you! :)