I'm with you on going out and leaving the sink full of dishes. If ever I have to rush out without doing the washing up those dishes are at the back of my mind all day
LOL...MOST people who think that they are cursed are victims of their own poor choices. In actually fact, it's much easier to take revenge, if you are that sort of person, in a very mundane fashion. But there are always a few who want to cut the wrong corners.
You know, my mom could not go to bed at night if there was a dirty coffee cup in the sink. And even if it was just that one dirty coffee cup, she'd have to run a while sink full of water to wash that cup. And then she'd wipe down the counter tops. And the kitchen table. And the stove. Just for that one dirty cup.
Our kitchen isn't all that big either, all the more reason to try to keep things neat in my mind. I just don't like to have to go rooting through drawers to find the knife or the spatula I need. It makes cooking so much easier when I can open the drawer and grab what I need, without even looking for it. I'm pretty anal that way.
TP not a big deal for me. Sometimes the roll may not even make it to the spindle(sorry). My sister came over one time and the spindle was empty and there were only a few sheets left on the roll that I had put on the back of the toilet. She took the empty cardboard off the spindle, brought the other empty cardboard out to the kitchen, shook both cardboard tubes at me, and said, "Really? You can't even put TP on the spindle? AT ALL?" In my defense, I was going to do it.....when I got around to it. Honest. I guess it's not a priority. Sometimes Rick will do it. I just don't think about it.
@Mamanyt1953, that is fascinating. I used to know a woman who used to wonder from time to time if she was cursed because things didn't always go well for her. She was serious. And when we were kids, the old woman who lived across the street from us was said to be....not a witch, exactly....a bruja? Which I guess is kind of like a witch. They didn't call her a witch, though; it was another name. But I remember that when her granddaughter left the house (it was due to something that had happened), the woman went out that night and swept the driveway for a good hour; she was sweeping traces of her granddaughter away, so that she would never come back. And I remember that one night, my mom was shaving her legs and hit a varicose vein. I had to go across the street to bring the old woman over. She did something to Mom's leg and she read a passage from the Bible (I don't remember what it was) and the bleeding immediately stopped. She used to do other stuff, too; I remember when I first started getting migraines, she gave Mom some kind of herbal thing to put under my pillow....Mom was afraid of it and wouldn't let me try it.
