Ohkay, I'm getting seriously sick of everyone calling me out on my dirty dishes phobia.
It's serious. I'm not making this up to get out of work.
It really scares me to the core to even think about touching a dirty dish.
First my Mom has me crying on the phone about it.
Then, my Dad is trying to get me to do something about it.
Then, Emma is yelling at me to get over it, ending up with me crying again.
I mean, I joke about her OCD but have I ever really tried to get her to let up on it??
No, I allow it. Sure it gets annoying sometimes, but I deal.
But no one can deal with the fact that I CAN'T touch a dirty dish.
I'm sick of it.
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I'm getting better at typing that. I know a bunch of the letters without looking too.
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God, I am so ready for school to start again. I'm so freaking bored. On the upside, concert this weekend. Green Day :D
Lay down your arms, give up the fight.
By Harper
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1 comment:
Sweetie, I get it now. I really do. And I told your sister to let up about it. Don't let it get you down. There are much worse things in the world than dirty dishes.
I will love you forever...no matter how freakin' weird you get. (ha-ha)
I've been on-line all day looking at things for us to check out in Albany. We're going to have a GREAT time. The hotel is SWEET and we're within walking distance of EVERYTHING. I can't WAIT!!!!
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