Have you ever experienced a moment -- or an extended moment -- of OCD? Well, I had one of those moments this week. I had a handful of five blueberries, and one of them went tumbling to the ground. As I watched it fall, I experienced a brief moment of stress. I immediately picked it up so that I wouldn't step on it and make a blue squishy mess on the floor. And then, I actually couldn't bring myself to throw it away. I washed it off and ate it. Yes, I did.
What makes me drop rice all over the floor...and while we are at it, let's add pieces of apple, a stray ring of chopped onion, etc...and not care one bit. But this single little blueberry, well, I just couldn't let it go. This is the moment that brought me into uncritical, full blown OCD. I proceeded to re-open the refrigerator and pull out the carton of blueberries...and count them all, one-by-one. I counted 92 + the 5 I had just eaten = 97.
In case you were wondering how many blueberries you get for your buck, it's about two cents a berry. Not bad.
What makes me drop rice all over the floor...and while we are at it, let's add pieces of apple, a stray ring of chopped onion, etc...and not care one bit. But this single little blueberry, well, I just couldn't let it go. This is the moment that brought me into uncritical, full blown OCD. I proceeded to re-open the refrigerator and pull out the carton of blueberries...and count them all, one-by-one. I counted 92 + the 5 I had just eaten = 97.
In case you were wondering how many blueberries you get for your buck, it's about two cents a berry. Not bad.
This is for all kindred spirits out there who continue to ponder things like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop.
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