Aunt Becky over at “Mommy Wants Vodka” posted the other day requesting readers to give her a weird fact about themselves (keep reading – it’s down at the very bottom under her # 7).  Which got me thinking.  I’m pretty normal aren’t I?  No weird facts here – are there?  Well, there is that furniture thing . . . (and probably plenty more if you ask my husband)

You see, I don’t move furniture around – EVER.

But in my defense, there’s a perfectly good explanation.  Whenever I first move somewhere, I figure out the best furniture configuration for a room.  And by best I mean #1) most efficient and #2) most visually pleasing.  There’s paper cut-outs to scale and graph paper involved.  And when I finally decide on what works best  – there it stays.  Forever.  Because honestly, why would you mess with something that’s the best and most efficient?  Just leave it be!  In it’s perfect-ness.  Who in their right mind would actually like something to be inefficient???

So when others (yes, you Mom) move their furniture around – it makes makes me mental.  Please – just leave the furniture alone!  It looks fine.  Is there really a need to move it?

I like knowing exactly where everything is.  In a power failure I will not stub any toes.  I pride myself in being able to negotiate any room in my house in the pitch black without even slowing down.  I know exactly the steps needed and the degree of the turns required to get from A to B.  I’ve always figured that *God forbid* if I should loose my sight, walking around the house really wouldn’t be a problem.

I like entering a familiar room.  There’s something, well, familiar about it.

When I was younger my Mom would often “re-do” my room while I was at school.  Tidy it.  Clean it.  REARRANGE IT!  Sure, she thought she was doing me a favor, but I’d come home to a completely different looking room (my stomach is twisting now as I remember it).  Torture!  Why Mom?!  Why couldn’t you just leave my room alone!?!?!?  Oh the humanity . . .

This is probably the reason I don’t like decorating my house for Christmas.  Because things need to be moved around to make way for trees and decorations and such.  And then – chaos!  Four to six weeks of furniture chaos!  I tell you – I LOVE getting rid of that damn tree and getting my house back to normal.

Is anyone else out there like me or IS it weird???