Ok, so I already talked about how I define Idiosyncrasies and Pet Peeves; how I feel one leads to another. Now it is also possible to accept one part of the the syncrasy while being peeved at another.
Let's tell another story on Mrs.Wonderful's idioyncrasies. (for the record I love her dearly and feel she will get a good laugh out of these posts) Mrs.Wonderful is a bit, as she calls it, COD. For the rest you that means OCD; she is a very clean person with almost a militant flair. She is the only woman I know (sorry mom) who can fold a fitted sheet (those damn things) into a perfect little rectangle, every time! She taught me how to do it, I can do it about 1 out of every 10 times. I helped her make a bed once, I do not know how she gets the corners tucked like that! She also sweeps all three entry ways at work; where are my manners you ask? Why would I a "young'n" (27) allow my elder to sweep? Mrs. Wonderful can be very poignant; she told me I stink at sweeping! So I don't sweep. Mrs. Wonderful can manage to sweep all the dirt out of rug that I would vacuum 10 times before getting it that clean. So while I love that she sweeps, even giggling when she sweeps leaves into the wind(and cussing about them flying back in) , I hate that I can not stand up to her standards. Granted I generally dislike being told that I am bad at something. I pride myself at being good at most things (I refuse to do something in front of others, if I think I can not do it). To be told that I can't sweep...sheesh, Talk about feeling dumb/useless/insufficient, take your pick of adjectives. I mean you push a broom, how is it possible to be bad at it? Yet, I can not sweep nearly as well.(I have tried on her days off) Well I may not be able to sweep, but at least I know how to navigate a computer and can touch my toes! Take that Mrs. Wonderful! ;)
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