Okay, I think I’ve said MORE than enough on that topic, and I don’t know about you, but I’m quite ready to move on. The whole thing still makes me pretty uncomfortable, but I’m glad I have such good friends as you who have left nothing but supportive comments. Thank you for being so understanding.
And because I have nothing more interesting to write about today, how about something totally random?
My little brother is scared of those stupid inflatable wavy people things. You know, like this:
Is that not the weirdest thing you’ve heard all day? I mean, I understand heights and fire and even clowns, but these things? I wonder what that fear could be called. Wavypeoplephobia? Inflataphobia? I think of my little brother every time I see one in front of a store and have to giggle. At least my issues are relatively normal!