We all have our things right? You might eat PB&Js without the PB or maybe you can recite the Gettysburg Address by heart. Whatever it is, it's what makes us unique. I'm to the point in my life where I am grateful for what makes me different. I don't want to be like everyone else. I want to be me. And I want you to be you and revel in all your "you-ness".
So here I am...
I only read the NY Times for the Modern Love and Wedding Celebration stories in the Style Section.
I have GOT to go to bed by 9:00 (10:00 at the ABSOLUTE latest) or else I get weepy and emotional.
If left to my own devices I could live on buttered noodles, but I won’t because I’m a grown up…obviously.
The only way I wake up in a good mood is if my husband wakes me up. Alarm clocks make me angry.
I detest coffee (the smell, the taste, how hot it is) but drank it (several times a day even) in order to spend time with my then boyfriend, now husband. Oh, and I used to work at Starbucks but never drank their drinks.
I hate getting the mail and refuse to do so. Unless it’s around Christmas or my birthday when there might be cards in the mail. The hubs lets me open all the cards.
I always wanted an arm cast and braces growing up. I never broke anything nor needed braces. Such a bummer.
I’m an exceptional speller but I still need to sound out ‘together’ like my 3rd grade teacher explained it to me: to-get-her.
I have a fantasy of camping out in Yellowstone National Park but I’m fairly certain the reality would be me getting eaten by a bear, mauled by a cougar (NOT Courtney Cox) and head-butted by a bison all in the same day. Also, I don’t like bugs.
So do tell lovelies, what makes you you? Leave it in the comments.
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