Irrational Fears

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Hi Friends!

Whew!  I just got back from safely delivering Jack's string bass to his school for his weekly lesson.  I'm not going to lie--that's not my favorite chore.  I have this incredibly irrational fear that one day I'm going to unload it from the back of my car, turn around with it and then fall on it.  I just know if I land on that instrument I am going to smash it to smithereens.  I'm not sure how much a new string bass costs, but I'm guessing it's a lot.  Like a whole lot.  Each week I load it in the car, drive it over to the school and thank my lucky stars when I successfully get it to where it needs to go in one piece.  Then I reverse the process in the afternoon.  Thursdays are definitely my most stressful day of the week, as I'm sure you can imagine.

I have plenty of other irrational fears.  Take squirrels, for instance.  Just searching through the Google image results for a picture of squirrels made my heart race.  They scare the you-know-what out of me.  I'm pretty sure if I ever encountered a gang of squirrels like the one above, I'd surrender all my possessions and flee in terror.  For real.  My fear of squirrels began in college.  Squirrels were everywhere. And unlike me, they were fearless.  Fearless!  One time I threw something out in a trash can on the Quad and a squirrel flew out at me.  I've never been the same.

I also have a fear of knocking out my front two teeth.  Strange, but true.

Buster is afraid of empty WalMart bags, but that's a subject for another day.  : )

How about you;  do you have any irrational fears?

XO,

Vicki