Nutcake

I get nervous when my stock of wooden matches drops below three boxes (the big ones) -- I like to have them around because I feel they would be a good item to have in any kind of Armageddon type scenario. (The possible flaw in that plan could be the actual Armageddon where I might wind up with all of those matches and surrounded by hell fire ... I'd be so pissed.)

When my husband leaves a phone message from the airport, I won't delete it until he is back home and safe --you know, so if he dies I'll have his last words to pine with.

I worry that my worries will manifest -- I take action to prevent their entry into my subconscious (where they could weave into the fabric of life unawares), so if ever you see me waving in a zig zag fashion to no one in particular -- what you are actually seeing is me erasing my thoughts from the universal chalk board.