Monday, October 20

Seven is a Magical Number

I was tagged by Domestic Goddess to write seven weird things about myself. And, since I don’t want to anger the Blogger gods, I must comply. But first, The Rules.

Rule #1: Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
Rule #2: Share seven random or weird facts about yourself.
Rule #3: Tag seven people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
Rule #4: Let each person know that she’s been tagged by leaving a comment on her blog.

And now, on to the good stuff (and believe me, I use the term “good” loosely).

1. I totally corrected the grammar in the rules listed above. I’m weird like that. I just really, really like things to be correct. Obviously, on this site I make exceptions to that rule, for style and voice and MY ART, and DON’T HOLD ME BACK, PEOPLE, I NEED TO BE FREEEEEEEEE. ahem.
2. Nail polish remover makes my skin get really weird. Weird, like wrinkly and dry and numbish. And it last for several days. Hence, I don’t like nail polish remover. Sometimes I wear rubber gloves to remove nail polish (but then I can’t use the gloves for anything else, because I need everything to serve a specific purpose, and I know it’s weird, and this little idiosyncrasy could really be it’s own number on this list here . . .). Sometimes I wrap plastic bags around my hands to remove nail polish. And sometimes I go get a pedicure, specifically so they will remove the old polish and I don’t have to do it. Really. I will pay someone $25 to remove my old, chipped nail polish.
3. I’m addicted to the snooze button. Last week I snoozed for over an hour, unable to truly sleep because I had to reach over to hit a button every nine minutes.
4. I came THIS CLOSE to buying my cat a sweater yesterday. Shut up, she’s getting shaved next week due to a matted fur problem, and I don’t want her to be chilly.
5. I’m becoming a bit obsessive about composting. Our trash gets picked up tomorrow, and tonight when I collect the trash from around the house, I’m going to sort through it and pull out the things that can actually be composted. (This is primarily going to be used tissues. I know. Gross. But you’ll be sooo jealous when I have a beautiful pile of humus and you don’t.)
6. I recently checked out a book from the library called No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog. Two things about this: 1) Y’all better keep reading, because my blog’s future content is about to knock your socks off, and 2) I honestly thought you did care what I had for lunch. Today I had leftover hash and some cottage cheese, and the whole thing left something to be desired, namely a chocolate chip cookie. Aren’t you glad you know that?
7. I’ve been looking for a great pair of boots for at least three years. And I haven’t been able to find “the pair.” See, I apparently have enormous calves and a lot of the really cute boots don’t zip over my giant extremities. Some retailers sell wide-calf versions, but for some reason they think that if you have wide calves, you must also have thick ankles and wide feet. Which I don’t. I have very normal ankles and feet (with the tiny exception of my freakishly long second toe). And so the search for a great pair of boots continues.

Now, in alphabetical order, I tag . . .

Fresh Sodapop
Miss Zoot


Emoly said...

I can't believe you tagged Lindsey!

Molly said...