to wonder if you do weird things when you think you're not observed?

Personally, I'd probably rather salute than dribble down my chin ...

saluting? that would just make me look like a crazylady

0891, could you salute the magpies instead? Less messy ...

I am very superstitious about magpies and fear doom if I see one on it's own.

I was told as a child that spitting cancels out the bad luck, but as I couldn't bring myself to spit I got into the habit of letting out a tiny bubble of spit when I see one magpie. I still do.

Recently, I did my usual little spit bubble at the magpie, only misjudged the amount of saliva in my mouth and dribbled all down my chin, just as a couple of the Alpha Mummies from the toddler group walked past. They've avoided me ever since, so every cloud, and all that...

I also do the singing along to the radio in the shower / bath and pretend to be in a music video. I also do it in the car when a really good song comes along and I pretend to drive seductively with one arm on the steering wheel and pretend my wing mirror is the camera recording my amazing video!!

I have arguments in my head with my DH about totally random stuff, I always win of course

When i'm mopping up in the kitchen and listening to my ipod at the same time I dance with my mop and also use it as a microphone on a stand!

I'm sure there's many more I just cant think of them at the moment!

Have I killed this, then? Please come back, people; this thread has really made me giggle!

Thought of another, although this is more 'sad' than weird ...

I go back through my diary and smile/grimace/whatever to be reminded of social and other occasions and what happened/how they went.

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This thread's fucking great. I do lots of these, or variations on them. Also:

I talk to the birds as I sit and watch them flit about the garden. Well, shout to them as usually I watch them through the closed French windows. I also smile at dogs (already mentioned).

I say 'baaaa' to sheep and goats (as opposed to talking to them normally as with some other animals. Don't know why.)

I take my socks off when I'm sitting with my legs crossed and feet dangling so when the cats rub round my feet it feels nicer for me. I also did the 'whatever' sign to one of the cats recently when I shouted her and she ignored me.

I furiously give the Vs to my computer if it does something I don't like, or if I'm reading something on it that annoys me. (I never stick up my middle finger though; that's too violent and serious).

I re-run debates and arguments in my head and, this time round, win them.

I put one leg up on the kitchen work surface and stretch as if I was a dancer.

I make up entire scenarios in my head where I bump into all the slebs I'm currently obsessed by in an innocuous situation but one where they are then forced to interact with me. I dazzle them with my wit/charm/foxiness.

I rifle through clothes gathering dust at the back of the cupboard and shake them out, sigh and grumble and then put them back, to go unworn some more.

I assume a thoughtful stare into the middle distance when I'm sitting on the tube with a book, so I imagine I look intellectual but all I'm thinking about is 'God, this book's boring' or 'Shit, I don't get this book, I'm so stupid'.

IHate, I LOVE that you race your dog down the stairs. And make fun of him.

I pretend that Jamie Oliver is sitting on my work top when I'm making the tea and asking me cookery type questions. We have ace conversations and he praises me on the amount of veg I give the kids.

I have full blown arguments with my Mum/DH in my head and have everything all worked out so I don't get mad at them in RL. DH has noticed me doing this, because I move my lips and now says "who's getting it in the neck this time and why?"

Blimey I sound like a loon

The car had to go into the garage last Friday, so I took DS and DD to school on the bus - I had to physically bite my lip to stop myself from singing along with the ipod on the way home! :)

If I walk past a pay and display parking machine in the street where I live I have to press the white big button.

I have to say the same 'goodnight' to DS every night - otherwise he will be ill in the night

If I get a soft drink with those weirdy buttons on the lid (usually interacting if it's a diet whatever), I have to squash them all down before I can put the straw in.

This is called 'killing the spider' and needs to be done otherwise some great calamity will befall me.

I am doing mad little shoulder shake laugh at this tread. DH thinks I've lost it this time. If only he knew that I...

1)Pretend to be in a cookery show when cooking (based on my real life as a working mum, natch)
2)Imagine that my DH and I have divorced, he is marrying someone else and I am racing to the venue to stop it and declare my love for him (a la Richard Curtis film)
3)Stand in ballet poses on the bus and imagine that fellow passengers think I am a real life ballet dancer

Thanks for the thread, OP. It has brightened my Sunday night!

I curse bad drivers. Not curse words but more like I pretend I'm a witch and put a curse on them. Eg. Breaking a red light - may he get home and find his tv isn't working or she'll do a whiffy fart infront of somebody she was trying to impress.

I have to always come up with different curses and they can't be anything permanent or too mean, lest karma comes back and bites me.

I say "hellooooo" in a mooing voice to cows when I pass them. They do notice so don't feel too silly

I shout "horse" whenever I see one when travelling in the car. Which is everytime.

I sing alot, instead of just saying something, I'll pretend I'm in a musical. Dd loves it and so do I :)

Weeping with laughter at the gymnastic finishes - especially Gibbonz essential "And Present!"

I hold on to the work top as though it was a ballet barre and do what I imagine to be elegant plies, again whilst watching my reflection in the oven door.

And sometimes if I've been wearing my reading glasses and had my hair up, when I take my glasses off, i shake my hair out, then put my hands on my hips and pout. The shame.

We say "Bon jour" to cows

Its to see if they speak french because we managed to convince DD1 (now 13 but about 5 at the time) that french cows say "le moo". She is now in on it and goes along with the joke with her younger siblings!

Not found any french cows yet though sadly :(

Oh, and mooing at cows when I pass their field. Every time.

I tell the cat I won't feed her unless she says "Meeeeeat!" ("SAY IT! SAY IT!!")
I try and put two fingers in the dog's nostrils but he never lets me. He also loves it when I put my hand in his mouth, grab his lower jaw and shake his whole head like some sort of lion tamer, he comes back again and again for that
I have to put DD2's teddies (longtime residents Teddington and Persil) under her blanket with their heads on the pillow when she gets up. They have earned their rest!

I also make sure my feet are covered in case a ghost or monster gets me and drags me out of bed.

I have conversations with myself.

I think you're strange if you don't talk to your pets

However conversations with my dog have now reached epic proportions and can often involve a long pause and then my saying "I think you're being unreasonable!" as if he's just given me 5 bullet points on why I should increase his treats or something...

My car was off the road so I found myself walking down the road singing out loud merrily (forgetting I was without car). I could have died when I did it standing next to a hip and trendy teen while we were waiting to cross a pedestrian crossing.

I contemplated posting this till I seen I wasn't the only one! :)

I used to do this thing where if I was out walking I would say to myself something like I have to get to the next lamp post before the next car drives past me but I've had to stop doing it because I find it too stressful. And of course once I've said it (in my head) I can't retract it so if I don't make it I just feel a sense of failure! God, I need some sort of therapy for that one!

I cannot see a flat piece of lawn without wanting to (and quite often actually) cartwheeling across it.

Today I got up on the adventure playground and did a few flips on the high bars then went across the monkey bars to show the DC how you do it. Then I realised there were about thirty parents looking like this . (I'm not that old! )

Genius!! But foundwanting has had me in stitches!!

Glad I'm not the only one blatently too old to be scared of monsters / axe murderers who are only defeated by your duvet.:)

I menace my dog by staring threateningly at her until she starts barking and we run around the house together playing hide and seek.