I drink a lot of milk.  I’m not talking about just my family, but we as a family do go through a lot of milk.  I’m talking specifically about me.  Anyone who knows me knows this.

But I don’t think that everyone knows that I have to put the milk in a certain spot in the fridge.  If I go to put the milk away and there is something in the milk’s spot I have to rearrange everything so that the milk can fit into it’s proper location.

Here we go again with another post about how I’m “consistent” (I’m still waiting for my sister’s ten things).

I count everything around me.  Well maybe not everything, but I count a lot of things.  It’s not just once either, I count them all the time.

For example, there are 12 panes in one of the windows in my bedroom.  I count it at least once every night while I lay in bed before I go to sleep.  At one point we had shelves in our bedroom and I would count how many shelves there were too.  For the record, there were also 12.

When in the Bishopric, I would sit on the stand and count the number of lights in the chapel and cultural hall.  Yes, I would do it during the meeting, no the meetings weren’t that boring…usually.  No I don’t want to be the Asst. Ward Membership Clerk.

The funny thing is that I don’t count them one at a time, nope I have to count in twos.  If there aren’t a even set of what I’m counting I usually count it over and over and over again hoping that the total number has changed.

I’m going to blame this one on my inner percussionist.