This picture is from a show we used to watch on The Food Network. And it depicts one of my biggest fears. Broken Glass. I can't explain it...the thought of shards of glass makes me freak out. Ask my husband...if something breaks, I immediately envision all of us ingesting pieces of glass. I know. I know. The first step is admitting it, right?
I hate spilled milk. I know it is harmless. I realize there are much worse things in this world. But I fear spilled milk. A few years ago, my dear Madison dropped an entire gallon of milk in our kitchen. She froze. While Peyton ran to get me, milk seeped everywhere. Under the refrigerator, under the stove, under the rug. And apparently, we discovered months later, there are small appliance cord holes under the refrigerator and stove. Which means milk dripped down into the basement. Which I discovered and only realized that it was dried milk much later. Poor Steve, he tried very hard to convince me it was probably something else, but after almost 23 years of marriage, I'm onto him.
I saved the best for last. I can't handle raw chicken. At all. I cook with it a lot. I even buy it at the store. Yes, I wrap it in three plastic bags and keep it away from anything else in my cart, but I do buy it. When I cook with it I practically wear a Hazmat suit. Ok, not really, but I probably could. And Clorox wipes? I'm pretty sure they developed them for people like me. Ugh. Just the thought gives me the creeps.
Ok, so there you have it. The truth about me and my issues. I feel much better now. : )
Wait. I have one more.
A big shout out to Pinterest for all the pics. : )
How about you, my friends? What totally freaks you out? Please tell me I'm not the only one. ; )