To grandmother's house we go! (la la la)
I'm off to my parents' with the Bear for the next week or so. Yay fun. Husband was *supposed* to come but decided not to this morning because he's a gigantic Tool. Oh well. I'm sure we'll have a lovely time anyway. ::shakes head doubtfully::
I'll be gone for a while (til the 7th), so I want you all to do me a favor. (Yes, you. I know you read this and don't stop to say hi. Well, say hi, dammit!) Leave me a note and tell me something interesting about yourself - something that not many people may know about you. (Not something obvious - something that you don't mention often.) Stay anonymous if you feel the need.
I'll start:
I have a unibrow. (I pluck frequently, but if they outlawed tweezers...)
I have a photographic memory. (My students hate that. They can't sneak anything past.)
I like to eat croutons with salad dressing - no salad.
Now it's your turn! (Come on, indulge me. I'm spending a week with my mother... Take pity on me!)
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I thought all week about something to write here, which in itself speaks volumes about my potential for OCD. Here is the shocking detail I decided to share: I like country music. I am so warped, however, that I snobbishly snub myself for this taste, as though my urban, liberal, pseudo-intellectual self cannot possibly coincide in the same body with a rube who secretly enjoys "Goodbye Earl" by the Dixie Chicks. I am a house divided against itself. :)
Oh, that's funny! My father likes country music, too, and I've never been able to understand it. And he's an urban, liberal, pseudo-intellectual like you! Don't feel too bad. ::snickers::
Thanks for sharing!
Hey! I have creepy caterpillar eyebrows too, (I loves me my tweezers!) AND I have a freaky weird memory, not photographic, I just remember EVERYTHING. If I've read it or heard it, I remember it. I have a freaky affinity for reality television.
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