Obsessively Possessively Me

If you asked my friends (if I had any) and family members (I have many) to come up with one phrase that describes me, it might be, "Lily has an obsessive nature about her."  They would not be incorrect in their generalization.

What makes me obsessive, you ask?  Perhaps things like this:

Twice a year, the semi annual sale at Bath and Body Works comes around.  All the other days of the year I really don't shop there.  I'm not one for smelly lotioning myself up and I only like candles that smell like cinnamon; any other scent is guaranteed to give me a headache and the pukes (like vanilla!  Perish the thought!) I digress... 

So every time the sale comes around, I feel like I absolutely must go there and buy antibacterial soaps for 75% off.  If I don't go, I feel like I'm missing something significant.  My kids are big fans of the "Kitchen Lemon".  Unfortunately I don't check my stock before I go.  Yesterday I as I was putting away my newly purchased discounted antibacterial soaps, I discovered this.  

I also have a tendency to stockpile an alarming amount of shampoo.  We have something like six or seven sets of shampoos and conditioners in our shower right now (this doesn't count what is under the sink and in the other bathroom).  Do we have extraordinarily dirty hair?  Not necessarily.  I have been on a lifelong quest for the shampoo that will make my hair air dry all shiny and straight, and not huge and frizzy.  The quest continues... my husband's annoyance grows...

I may have mentioned that I have an abnormal fear of lice.  This fear also extends to ticks.  This causes me to avoid brushing against any trees or shrubs when I'm [rarely] outdoors.  If I do, I immediately dust myself off.  My 3-year-old mentioned that she probably had a tick when she brushed against a plant last week.  To my shame, I am passing down the freak gene.  

Slightly on and off topic, we recently passed a billboard with this on it: The Lice Lady. Talk about a stigma attached to your chosen employment.

As you may have heard, we shop at Sam's every single week for our groceries.  This works well for someone who always wants the biggest ketchup and big of lettuce in the store.  I will often scoff a too-small coffee cup.  My chosen mugs get me in trouble in the car or at a soccer game.

Have I mentioned that I can't stop taking pictures of the ridiculous Fat Linda?

I think I've proven my point.  Now who needs to wash their hands or hair??