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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Six Weird Things About Me

Judy tagged me a long time ago, so without further ado:

I am hypersensitive to the hairs that constantly fall out and get lodged somewhere between my clothing and my person, usually my cleavage. So if you catch me on Aisle 5 of the supermarket with my hand down the front of my shirt, I am not a pervert, only a maniac trying to get that nearly invisible, tickly hair off of me!

When I take eggs out of the carton, I always take an even number, one from each end, so that just in case the carton is near the edge of the refrigerator shelf and the kids are being careless, it is less likely to become unbalanced and topple out onto the floor.

I enjoy picking blackheads. This probably stems from the time when my kindergarten teacher kept me sitting on the bench during recess to pick my face. Reason #42 to homeschool, courtesy of Miss Helen. If you have a blackhead I will be contemplating reaching over and squeezing it throughout our conversation. (Okay, maybe that should more properly have been listed under Six Totally Disgusting Things About Me, and if you never want to speak to me again, I can hardly blame you.)

I prefer decaf.

I invented the Chicken Nugget. Tyson and McDonald’s stole it.

The Fisher-Price Little People held a bizarre fascination for me until the ripe old age of…er, let’s just say, way longer than most people would consider normal or healthy.

If you want to play,

::tag::

you’re it.

3 comments:

Donna Boucher said...

I love your list :o)

I love to pop pimples, too, and beg my children to let me pick at them.
They pretty much say 'no' to me.
It's sad.

Stephanie not in TX said...

Gasp! Other people are admitting to my disgusting habit? How ... weird and relieving all at the same time.

Kathy Jo DeVore said...

Okay, I have that weird thing about nearly invisible hairs on me, too. Worse, though, is that I sometimes forget that I'm not at home and reach in to adjust a nursing pad. Ahem. Yeah, try to convince someone that you're not a pervert after they've seen that.

And I also take eggs out of the carton in a systematic way. I tell myself that it's simply the logical way to do things, but I suspect it's just another OCD tendency that I cater to.