I was named after my dad. So was my brother. There has been a lot of mail confusion in our lives.
I don't own any jeans right now because I don't like jeans. I do own jeggings, but they don't count.
I'm not afraid of flying or heights or many things when you get down to it, but I do not like to be in enclosed spaces and I prefer people don't stand right on top of me. Also, I fear driving in cars with balloons. They are silent creepers. Not cool.
I am an unapologetic song changer but will listen to certain songs many times in a row depending on my mood.
I am a rule follower.
If someone speaks to me (or types to me) in a patronizing manner, that is like pushing my nuclear button. There is no stopping what comes next.
The wedding band I'm wearing right now is a $37 diamonique special from QVC. I don't remember to put it on every day and I change bands on a whim. I only wear my engagement ring two or three times a year. It's lovely, but I'm not a ring person.
I use sour cream instead of ricotta in baked ziti.
I only read one book at a time. If I bounce between two reading is not the immersive experience I prefer it to be.
I have never listened to a book and I have zero plans to in the future.
I'm not good with directions and have to think really hard about how to get places even in the town I grew up in.
I count steps when I walk up or down stairs unless I'm talking to someone.
If you see me and my nails aren't painted, you've basically spotted a unicorn.
I am overly concerned about and critical of the windshield wipers in any car I've ever driven.
I started kicking this post around in a draft when I read I hear voices when I read (and other weird shit about me) from Jana, so thank you my friend for the inspo. And, as discussed, I failed my driving road test three times.