meet Pedro.

yes, Pedro is a mustache.

[Pedro has had a fairly traumatic life thus far. don't ask.]

phobias. of sorts.

So, I nanny for my boss and his wife 3 days a week. These people are like family to me...almost. They tell me to make myself at home, and use anything I want to, including anything I would like to eat. I drink a protein drink every day, sometimes with water, and occasionally I will mix in a little milk to make it a little more tasty. The other day I decided that I was going to need some milk with my protein drink...but alas the milk jug was unopened (dun dun dun).

I have a phobia. Of sorts.

I cannot open something (milk jug, for example) that is unopened when it's not mine. Just can't do it. So I was forced to stick with water.

[I decided that there HAD to be a name for a phobia of not being able to
open unopened things, but Google let me down, and I found nothing.]

the kids

To clarify, these are NOT my dogs. I'm not really a small dog person,
just fyi. These two little guys belong to a co-worker, and this picture
was taken for his wife for a Valentine's Day gift. Cute, eh?