I married the right man. Know how I know? Because of that one time I tore our house apart in search of bed bugs.
My life. It’s great. And apparently filled with random and indiscriminate phobias.
It all started around Memorial Day weekend this year. We were taking a car trip to Ohio, and I was sitting those 8 hours in the backseat to keep Fox entertained. I remember itching my knee a lot which wouldn’t normally be something people remember, but it bugged me. Not to mention, I had on jeans so it drove me crazy that I couldn’t effectively scratch the source of annoyance.