The new year is all about resolutions, but I think it’s just as god a time for some admissions. At the risk of sounding completely insane, or perhaps quirky in an I’m-just-going-to-take-a-few-steps-back way, here goes.
I cannot make myself open a can of biscuits or crescent rolls. I am absolutely brought to my knees at the thought of that cylinder exploding open with doughy ammunition. So I always make the Hub do it. And I leave the room. Same goes for lighting the gas grill and the whoosh of the start-up flame.
Ever since my sister gave me a pedometer as a gift, I’ve been obsessed with getting my 10,000 steps a day. So if you see me marching in place waiting for my gas tank to fill or doing laps around the produce department, you’ll know why.
Cinnamon candles or cinnamon-scented things make me all itchy and crazy. However, I love cinnamon and cinnamon-flavored goodies, and can spend an hour sniffing the heavenliness of Cinnabon.
I have no sense of direction. It’s not a trip with me until we’ve made 2 3-point turns.
I am left-handed, left-footed, left-eyed, and left-eyed. Apparently, there ain’t anything right about me.
When I thought up this post, I had a bunch of other examples, but of course, my Swiss cheesy brain won’t cough them up right now. So stay tuned for a part 2 sometime in the future. Although, maybe that’s quite enough peculiarity for me to highlight. I’d rather you not send the men with the nets to me front door just yet.
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