7 thingsJuly 13, 2007
Crap! It’s Friday the 13th. Ugly day. I always walk under ladders and cross paths with black kitties…
Margo tagged me.
Since I haven’t done this here yet…I will now.
Seven things you may not know about me…
1. I am afraid of the dark.
Like, I mean I see things! Shadows turn to scary creatures. I imagine creepy figures in the corners of rooms, I see people staring at me through windows. I’ve imagined Fa’s face morphing into things that are all evil…(Maybe I’ve watched one too many horror movies?)
2. I never get lost.
I am great with a map and I have a phenomenal sense of direction. No matter where I am, I am like a homing pigeon, I can always find my way home. The Pro says it was one of the things that turned him on about me on our very first trip to California…Bow chicka!
3. I hate public transportation.
I refuse to ride the LIRR or the subways or buses alone. I will take a taxi because I can hail a mean taxi. But I generally hate the underground stuffiness/urine soaked/claustrophobic feeling that comes with the train stations. Buses just scare me.
I do trust the Pro though…he’s a mean railrider…
4. I haven’t taken Fa on any trips over night yet.
The last trip I took was our Wedding/Honeymoon. The Pro wants to go to Disney and Napa and even Italy, but I won’t travel with Fa. She’s never slept in anything but her own bed and I am too ‘structured’ to take her out of her element for fear that she will have a difficult time. In turn, making my life miserable. Plus, I am afraid to fly so I don’t want Fa to see me panicking en-route. How can I be drugged with m y three+ year old in tow?
5. If I don’t get my eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, I am evilmom.
Yes, sweet and innocent me…can be a raunchy bitch if I don’t get enough sleep. So, that is one of the reasons why Fa is kept close to her bed. What’s the point of vacation, if you are too tired to enjoy it?
7. I wear the same jeans over an over again without washing them.
The more worn they get, the more comfy they are. The Pro can’t understand it. But I love a good pair of great fitting, comfy jeans. And when you wash them, it takes forever to loosen them up again.
There you go. Interesting? Oh! I’m so sure.
Anything else you wanna know…No one is asking questions…What happened?