I pretty much vanished off the face of the internet yesterday, which was Day 3—and the first business day—of an official heatwave and the husband’s company does air conditioning. Probaby ’nuff said there.
I’m late, but Natalie tagged me for the six random things about me meme, so here goes:
a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Here we go:
1) I am the worst in my house for putting dirty socks in the hamper still all balled up. Yes, it’s true and I hate when I do it. Which would be nightly.
2) Have I ever mentioned my freckles? Probably, but what the hell—I need six things here. Instead of being scattered in a cute, saucy manner across my nose, all 18-22 or so of them (the count varying with the counter’s age, attention span, and sobriety) are grouped like a misshapen quarter under the left side of my jaw. Yes, rather like a hickey. And yes, strangers do notice it and more than you might imagine will comment on it. “Perhaps a scarf is in order, dahling.” Since I forgot it was there about thirty years ago, I’m always rather perplexed by the snide remarks.
3) My severe, gag-inducing aversion to warm tomatoes might be based on…nothing. As we were leaving England (so I was nine), we stayed in a B&B. On my breakfast plate, next to my eggs, was a big, round, steamed, mushy gross whole tomato. Seriously, we’re talking Tell-Tale Heart here. Just the look of it was enough to put me off cooked tomatoes for life. BUT…I was recently informed I’m stupid because a whole steamed tomato with breakfast would be gross. It was probably an apple, I’m told. Huh.
4) I bit my nails in a downright horrific fashion until the now-husband offered up the engagement bling. I’ve had manicure-worthy nails for the decade and a half since then, and people have opined that finding somebody who truly, madly and deeply loved me cured me of my neuroses. Awww. The truth—gnawed and raw nail stumps didn’t complement the shiny rock I was waving around. And cured of my neuroses? Please.
5) OMG, I’m only up to five? Umm…OH! Y’all been to Dear Author’s post: “Looking Past the Ivy to See the Writers”? No college education here. Graduated from Hartville High School in Missouri in 1990, already waiting tables (and milking the occasional cow). And as a former roadside waitress who comes from a family of roadside waitresses, I thought it was a great post.
6) *wracking my brain*… I hate my toes and was thrilled when Crocs replaced the flip-flop as the in-thing. And even when Crocs go out of style, I’ll still be wearing them.