I line pillows up beside me when I go to bed so it seems like I’m not sleeping alone. I wake up in the middle of the night and freak out thinking someone’s in my bed. Michelle Obama follows me on Pinterest. Really. I stopped playing The Sims cause the wench had a better life than me. I mentally say WTF about every 10 minutes. Ok, maybe every 35 minutes. And never at work. I’m a dancing and singing fool only when I’m by myself. I’ve seen ZZ Top in concert 13 times and they really aren’t one of my all time favorites. My nickname as a child was Bunny. Celine Dion sings me to sleep almost every night but I won’t listen to her any other time. Bare walls drive me crazy. I can eat a pint of Haagen Dazs dulce de leche ice cream in eight minutes. Seeing LOL makes me want to scream. It’s a pet peeve thing. When I turn on my laptop, I check my email, Facebook and blog stats in that order. Everyday and every time.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m getting weird.