Counting…

I can be a compulsive counter. 

Not just to go to sleep where I've been known to count to one hundred in Spanish, but when walking. 

Crooked....

My body seems to have an affinity to crooked seams. I remember wearing stockings with seams (many years ago) and it was always difficult to get them straight. Now it's my newer leggings with seams. I pull them on straight, I swear I do, but next thing I know, they're crooked. 

I'm Weird....

Yes, I admit it, I'm weird. Why do I say that?