I’m a little obsessed right now. I’m clinging to my Jeep because it sits faithfully in the parking lot overnight at my new job waiting for me to return every morning. I work nightshift now. No matter how stressed I feel in the hospital, I am instantly better when I see my baby outside, just a few feet from my exit. My heart literally beats with relief some days for this tether to my normal world. I realize I tend to get “attached” to things, but then what the hell is the upside of having OCD if you can’t spread that obsessive love around to a few of your favorite inanimate objects. At least it’s not black tar heroin. Right? Which reminds me. I got a tupperware bowl of change, money change, coins, a drug addicts dream, just sitting around in my room, on my dresser. It’s all the loose change that’s been collected in the last few years. Yes. Last few years. Pause for effect. Years. (I told you OCD. I’m really committed to my causes). So, yes, I still collect this money whenever I see it on the ground. My kids and the BF still do it too. Apples and trees ya know. Ingrained training. In true OCD fashion I will be separating it all by coin and bill first, and then posting the total. It’s really really dirty too. I should probably wear gloves. And spoiler alert, we found a one hundred dollar bill in the Home Depot parking lot a few years back. I actually gave that money to the kids to spend, but it’s in the tally, making the grand total, from numerous years of shameless money scrounging, somewhat impressive I think. I don’t even have a ballpark figure because I pretty much lost track years ago. It just gets dumped into the bowl. It’s more than 100 though. Anyway you’ll have to wait another day, because it is going to take a bit of time to sort this out. If I was super interactive, and better at the internet, I’d set up some kind of poll and entertain comments with guesses at the total. I could even offer some kind of incentive. A prize cut of this filthy, grimy money. But I’m not that good. And that would drag this process out even longer. Looking back on all these words, I think I’ve probably typed enough for today. Now that I’m back on the post boat, every day can be a new opportunity to share all my deep thoughts with a few unsuspecting readers, in long, drawn out, run-on sentences. Or very short sentences. With lots of punctuation. Love long sentences and short sentences. Love commas and periods. For sure we are done here today. Thank you if you made it this far. Stay tuned please. Jeep is Life. Later.
