So per instructions I’m supposed to list 6 weird things about myself
and then tag 6 people. I’m not mean enough to tag anyone, so if you
want to share your weirdness go ahead and for those who already
have….thanks, it makes me feel much more normal. Whatever “normal”
is….

1. A few years back I developed a phobia about taking a shower alone, to vulnerable I guess.   So for a long time I
would only shower with someone in the room (not necessarily in the shower.) to keep me
“company”   It kind of went away, but I still lock ALL
doors and windows before I shower and if there’s multiple doors between
the shower and the front door I’ll lock ever single one.

2. I don’t like feet. I can make an exception if they are well groomed,
but keep gnarly feet hidden away please. On a semi related note, I
don’t like seeing filthy hands. Soap is cheap, use it before going out
in public.

3.I still call my mom, mama and my dad, daddy. I think its a Southern
thing because I’ve heard other adult southeners do it too. But even I
know at my age it can sound childish.  But who cares? Not me, or
my three sisters, who are all older than me. (bunch o’ weirdos)

4. I love perfume but can’t wear it.  Almost all perfume will
eventually give me a raging headache but they smell so good that I keep
trying. What is it they say about doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome…….

5. I still don’t know what I want to be or what I want to do when I
grow up. I should probably figure that out before I hit retirement,
don’t you agree?

6. I look better in gold jewelry but prefer silver and rarely wear
anything other than my diamond stud earrings and my wedding set. 
I wear my engagement ring, split from my band, on my right hand instead
of the left.

Now there’s some obscure things.

EDIT: I can’t believe I forgot to share my joy.  You ladies know
what I’m talking about. The joy that can only be found in retail stores
under a sign that says clearance.  This particular piece of joy
was in the shoe department. sigh.  (I can sure be a stereotypical
girl sometimes.) Anyway, there they were all shiny new in all their
shooey( like chewy, only not edible) glory, the perfect 2 pair of
boots. One black pair, one brown pair, nothing to fancy just something
for all your jeans and slack wearing needs.  The heels not to high
but not to low, the toe box nice and roomy.  And the price, omg I
was in heaven, $50.00 boots marked down 75%. Yup, I got 100 dollars
worth of boots for 25 bucks.  Yes, that’s right $12.50 a pair!
w00t!   Made me want to dance around the store singing “Oh Happy Day”

I hate thieves.  They take what we work for and
then to make it worse lie about their thievery.   I figure
every thief you see is also a liar. So I’m not real fond of liars
either. Though I don’t believe every liar is a thief. (catch that?)