1). I take my sushi apart to eat it. As in, I take the piece of fish off the rice ball. Then I eat the rice ball. Then I eat the fish. I really should just order sashimi with a side of rice.

3.) I sleep in pajamas because I am afraid there will be a fire or earthquake or some other disaster in the middle of the night and I am afraid I would have to run out of the house without being able to get dressed. I don't want to stand in the middle of the street naked.
4.) Mayo not ketchup on fries. I don't know why. It's just good.
5.) My first husband hit me. One time. And I hit him back. Yep, that was the end of that one.

7.) I spend too much time thinking and not enough time doing. I think about what I need to do. I think about what I should do. I think about what I want to do. But only a fraction of it is actually done. I need to do more.
If they are so inclined to share on their blogs, I would love to know seven more things about:
Angela at Blog It Like You Mean It
Lou at Little Earthquakes
Connie at I Digress
Hell, I wouldn't mind knowing seven more things about anyone who wants to share.
5 comments:
I have a hard time understanding how anybody could sleep comfortably in any clothing. I just can't. As soon as something gets bunched or twisted around me, I'm instantly uncomfortable. I started sleeping naked as soon as I could get away with it — probably around the time I went to boarding school at age 14.
TMI :) I'm drunk now, but I'll do this tomorrow :)
I just had a moment where I went numb, and was like "Double-U-tee-eff, did I write this stuff?" Other than the huge magnet collection, we share the same antics. Weird.
When I was married, we had a hard time because I'm always cold, and he wasn't. And I typically sleep -- even in the summer -- in layers. A tank top under a long sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants that sometimes cover men's boxer shorts. That way, I start out pleasantly toasty. I can always remove layers as appropriate.
This is probably why I'll never get married again ... and I'm OK with that. ;)
7. Oh yeah. Right there with you.
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