Monogram Momma's Wierdness (Tagged Again!)

Yes, it’s true. I’ve been tagged by the wonderfully creative K from K Style and might I say what an honor it is that she wants to know my “weirdness.” Trust me when I tell you K, I’m sure there is lots more I could share, but here are the top 6 that came to mind.

1) Apparently I burp a lot. In my defense, I think I’m having a bit of reflux right now and it’s the only thing that’s currently giving me relief. *sigh* Yes, I know this is not very proper of me, but in privacy and the comfort of my own home, that’s what I apparently do (don’t worry, I always make sure to excuse myself, even if I am only in the presence of preppy puppy).

2) I am extremely anal retentive about the socks my husband wears. No lie. I can’t explain it. But I’m sorry, athletic socks belong w/ ATHLETIC SHOES. And Athletic shoes ONLY. There are no exceptions to this and if this is breached, I absolutely HAVE to say something about it and it typically doesn’t come out very nice (this was his 2 cents anyway for what I should add to this list since he thinks it’s unnatural I take such an interest in his socks).

3) Speaking of socks, I write my initials on the toe of all my socks with a sharpie when I buy them. There are no exceptions to this unless the socks are too dark for me to write on them (this really isn’t so weird considering I grew up in a house of sisters who constantly stole tennis and uniform socks from each other). What can I say? Old habits die hard.

4) I have to have the bed made very tightly before I get in at night (or to take a nap). If the sheets or comforter become too lose, or Mr. Monogram kicks out the bottom of his side of the bed, I will literally get up in the middle of the night and re-make the bed w/ Mr. M in it.

5) I can karakoke sun up to sun down from the “On-Demand” feature on my digital cable box while jumping on my little exercise trampoline, which, FYI, I have named Betty. I figure if I name it and give her a personality, I’m more likely to keep my exercise commitment to her.

6) Also when I’m sleeping, I have to sleep under the covers (and by under I mean all the way under, head totally covered). All the time. Even if it’s bloody hot and I’m sweating like that pig from Charlotte’s Web, I can’t sleep or even nap or relax in my bed unless I am under covers of sufficient weight (read: just sleeping under a sheet will not do)

I’m tagging (sorry girls! But K tagged 6 so I'm tagging 6 as well!):
The Preppy Princess
Spy Mum
Preppy Rider
Lisagh (only because I know how much you *loved* the last one)
Chloe
Tanya