A few months ago we were in the market for a new sofa. This was quite the undertaking. Not only because we’re a picky lot (we are), but because there were certain guidelines we needed to follow, thanks to a case of my daughter’s heebies jeebies.
Dictionary.com defines heebies as:
a condition of extreme nervousness caused by fear, worry, strain,etc.; the jitters; the willies (usually preceded by the ): Just thinking about ghosts gives me the heebie-jeebies.
|Heebies give me goosebumps!|
But Christmastime is the absolute worst for her. Why? Cardboard and STYROFOAM, which is her worst offender. Both are unavoidable. She can’t even bear to look at Styrofoam. It’s become a bit of a joke in the family, especially when she shudders even saying the word. Poor girl.
I can’t really blame her. I get the heebies from touching raw pork. Shudder. And sandpaper? UGH. And the noise sandpaper makes? SQUIRM! I’ve got goosebumps just thinking about it.
Tell me we're not the only ones who experience this sort of thing. What gives you the heebies?