A Tidbit

There is a tidbit about me I've only discovered recently the last few years I've had to live snow.

It's something I found I get a little pleasure from. So much pleasure, that it makes my mouth water a little bit.

Like when you're picking at a real big scab. (You scab-pickers know what I'm talking about)

I get so much pleasure from it that I try to find others to do it to. (But I only pick my own scabs. A girls gotta have limits).

It is this:

THIS is the wheel well of my car. As one drives around town snow and ice build up on the inside of the wheel well. In some cases I've seen it caked on so thick the ice almost touches the tire. (Insta-mouthwater)

I MUST kick them. I must!

I get SO much enjoyment out of kicking the sides of the wheel wells of my car and knocking those scabbies off that I have to do it to all 4 wheels. And I might get a little frustrated at my husband for kicking one or two. I mean, he knows I get some weird pleasure out of it - why take that away from me?
Is this too anti-climactic for you? Try it. Believe me, your mouth will water.


Sometimes, when I'm alone in a parking lot, I used to walk around looking for big scabbies to kick off. Until I realized one day I might set something else off and be sent to jail or something.

So now I just kick my own scabbies and my husbands scabbies. And sometimes my friends.

(This stuff just doesn't do it for me. I don't know why.)