I’ve been “tagged” to write six quirks about myself. Since I participated in this same tag a couple months back, I am going to do a re-post (think “Seifeld” and “re-gifting”). If you weren’t reading me back in November when I first shared this, it will be new. If you were, you can skip today’s sharing and I promise to not be offended.
I am breaking the rules and won’t be tagging anyone else this time, but would love to hear your six quirks in the comments if you feel compelled. Or, if you decide to do a list on your blog, let me know where to find it.
My six quirks:
1. The passenger seat of my van serves as a pseudo “office” for various papers, books and other items that pile up throughout the course of a day that I’d rather not bring inside and add to other clutter. So when my teen son jumps into the front seat instead of heading into the back, he disrupts my organized-to-me mess (argh!).
2. I stay away from the upperstairs level, north hall, of our home as much as possible. Upon entering said hall, I began to feel the sensation of an onset of hives. After all, if I travel down that hall with eyes open, I don’t know what I might find. (The three doors throughout the hall are entryways to my kids’ bedrooms. It’s not a pretty sight.)
3. I can’t help myself. When I do get around to baking, I still like the batter and have yet to die of salmonella or another such disease. (Knocking on wood now.)
4. I have been known to drink pickle juice after all the pickles are gone — little sips of course! (My youngest daughter just admitted she likes it, too. What a role model I am!)
5. Like Sarah Palin, I like my lipstick and tend not to leave home without it, even if I’m just going ten steps out my door to get the mail. (Okay, maybe I’m not that compulsive about it.)
6. I’ve been known to steal candy from my kids’ trick-or-treating bags. (Who’s going to miss just one little Bit o’ Honey? I mean, really now. Besides, if it weren’t for me taking them around the neighborhood they wouldn’t have one speck of candy. And if I hadn’t birthed them, they wouldn’t be here to eat the candy. And if…)
Boy, those quirks are pretty revealing. I’d better go and hide now! (But not before I’ve grabbed the pickle-less pickle jar from the fridge. You never know when you’re going to need a swig of that stuff.)