I am claustrophobic. I can go into small spaces, but I can't stay long. Elevators are OK, but under the house in the crawl space freaks me out.

And I can't stand heights! I try not to look out of second story or higher windows. But I like to look off a mountain into the distance.

I can't tolerate open doors or drawers. I'm forever closing the files at work.

I hate mis-matched clothes. My mother had a bad habit of wearing odd combinations. She also had a pair of PINK HIGH TOP TENNIS SHOES! So now I co-ordinate all of my clothes, including pajamas, to the nth degree.

My daughter says I'm a neatnik. By her standards I really, really am.

I'd say I'm normal, but who knows what THAT is?