Tag! I’m It!

Well, I got tagged by Carolyn and since I’m insanely trying to get ready for a baby shower tomorrow, I’ll go ahead and share with you six unimportant things about myself. This is harder than I imagined because really, not a single thing about me is unimportant. Seriously.

1. I did not learn how to swallow pills until I was 18 years old. Honestly, I could not do it. I would gag every time I tried. As a result, I had (maybe still have) a really high tolerance for pain. If I was really hurting, I might chew some plain aspirin, which tastes like shit if you haven’t tried it. Even now, I can only swallow pills that are fairly small. In the hospital after I had Bridget, my pain relief choices were narcotics or ibuprofen. I was having trouble nursing, so I didn’t want to make it even harder by looping myself up on narcotics, so I chose ibuprofen. Unfortunately that pill was the size of VW Beetle. So I made the nurses crush it up and put it in juice for me.

2. I can’t burp. I mean, I do occasionally, but never on purpose or when I really want to. If I drink too many carbonated drinks, I get really bloated and then I get hiccups. That sucks because I really like beer, but I usually can’t drink more than two before I am pretty miserable.

3. I am horrible at estimating distance. I have no idea in my head what an inch or a foot or a yard looks like. Obviously I know how to read a ruler or a tape measure, but to look at an object, I couldn’t guess how big it is or how far away from something I am. When I started running last fall, I was shocked to see how far a mile really is.

4. I’m a very non-confrontational person and will go to great lengths to avoid unpleasant interactions in my real life, but I am a horribly aggressive driver. I guess we know where all that pent up hostility goes.

5. I was a grown adult (and I mean more than just a couple of years out of college) before I finally got that Christmas song “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.” Before it finally dawned on me, I just thought it was a really horrible song.

6. I have absolutely no idea how on earth to fold a fitted sheet. No clue. I try and then get frustrated and end up wadding the damn thing up in a ball. As a result my sheets are always wrinkled.

I’m too tired and lazy to tag anyone, but if you are so inclined, consider yourself tagged.

A Musical Meme

Saw this over at Annastazia’s place and loved it so I shamelessly stole it. Here’s how it goes:

1. Put your mp3 player or music player on your computer on random.
2. Post the first four lines from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song (Skip repeat artists).
3. Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.

Leave your guesses in the comments. Some will be super easy, but try not to cheat by Googling.

Here is mine. Apparently my iPod decided to throw you guys some really easy ones. Maybe a toughie or two, but I have faith in you all.

1. Don’t ask me
What you know is true
Don’t have to tell you
I love your precious heart
(guessed by Annastazia)

2. Me and all my friends
We’re all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing
And there’s no way we ever could
(guessed by Annastazia)

3. I don’t practice Santeria
I ain’t got no crystal ball
I had a million dollars
But I spent it all
(guessed by Kate and Divrchk)

4. I wake up with blood-shot eyes
Struggled to memorize
The way it felt between your thighs
Pleasure that made you cry
(guessed by Sarah)

5. What ravages of spirit
Conjured this temptuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of love
(guessed by Annastazia)

6. I know what you’re doing
I see it all too clear
I only taste the saline
When I kiss away your tears
(guessed by Kate)

7. I wonder what it’s like to be a rainmaker
I wonder what it’s like to know that I made the rain
I’d store it in boxes with little yellow tags on every one
And you could come and see them when I’m done
(guessed by Helen)

8. On another day, c’mon c’mon
With these ropes I tied can we do no wrong
Now we grieve ‘cause now it’s gone
Things were good when we were young
(guessed by Annastazia)

9. I was alright for a while
I could smile for a while
But I saw you last night
You held my hand so tight
(guessed by Helen)

10. Son, she said, have a I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy was nothing but a…..
While you were sitting home alone at age thirteen
Your real daddy was dyin’…. Sorry you didn’t see him, but I’m glad we talked
(partially guessed by Kate - it’s actually “Alive”)

11. Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feelin’ two foot small
(guessed by Annastazia)

12. I’m fifteen for a moment
Caught in between ten and twenty
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
(guessed by Statia)

13. I am still living with your ghost
Lonely and dreaming of the West Coast
I don’t want to be your downtime
I don’t want to be your stupid game
(guessed by Annastazia)

14. In the days
When we were swinging from the trees
I was a monkey
Stealing honey from a swarm of bees
(guessed by Kate)

15. Why can’t I get just one kiss
Why can’t I get just one kiss
There may be some things that I wouldn’t miss
But I look at your pants and I need a kiss
(guessed by Divrchk and Kate)

16. When I was young I knew everything
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I’m guilt-stricken sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby’s breath and a shoe full of rice
(guessed by Kate)

17. All last summer in case you don’t recall
I was yours and you were mine, forget it all
Is there a line that I could write that’s sad enough to make you cry
When all the lines you wrote to me were lies
(guessed by Lisa)

18. I hear the clock it’s six a.m.
I feel so far from where I’ve been
Got my eggs and my pancakes too
Got maple syrup, everything but you
(guessed by Annastazia)

19. I’m gonna fight ‘em off
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
They’re gonna rip it off
Takin’ their time right behind my back
(guessed by Annastazia)

20. Drove downtown in the rain
Nine thirty on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late night record shop
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane
(guessed by Divrchk)

I’ve Been Tagged

Shelly tagged me so I figured I’d oblige. I have been wanting to post so many things lately but I seem to forget everything when I sit down and have a minute to write. So until I get my shit together, which, let’s face it, could be years, I’ll probably be a slacker blogger. Anyway, here goes….

Instructions: Remove the blog from the top, move all blogs up one, add yourself to the bottom.

Absolutely Bananas
Smiling Mom
Playgroups Are No Place For Children
Scenic Overlook (Um, Yeah, I think we were separated at birth….)
Spuddy Buddy

What were you doing 10 years ago?

Was almost a year out of college, but working as a recruiter for a Travel Management company (won’t mention the name because if any of you work for companies that have a corporate travel company, that is probably the company I worked for….). I was living at home with my parents because my aforementioned recruiting job paid shit. Hated recruiting but had to pay off those student loans. Also was in the death rattle stages of a long-distance relationship, although I didn’t realize it at the time.

Five Snacks You Enjoy

1. Rice Krispie Treats (only homemade, though)
2. Guacamole
3. Hummus (I’ll lick it off a tree branch, but pita is the preferred “deliver the hummus into my mouth” vehicle)
4. Triscuits and cheese (I’ll admit to loving them with Easy Cheese as well as real cheese. I never claimed to be classy)
5. Fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookies

Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To:

1. Copacabana (At the Copa) by Barry Manilow
2. Kiss Off by the Violent Femmes
3. Fancy by Reba McEntire
4. Tiny Dancer by Elton John
5. Jane Says by Jane’s Addiction

**This is really just a sampling, because I am a freak and know all the lyrics to almost all songs I love. Some people memorize sports stats or electronics serial numbers, I memorize song lyrics. Not on purpose, but for some reason, I just retain them**

Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire:

1. Buy our “forever” house in the exact place we want to live
2. Buy a vacation home
3. Trust fund for Bridget
4. Set up our families financially
5. Make a lot of charitable donations

Five bad habits:

1. Comfort eating
2. Comfort shopping
3. Laziness
4. Not putting things away
5. Driving too fast

Five Things You Like To Do:

1. Read
2. Sleep
3. Eat
4. Shop
5. See movies

Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:

1. A bikini
2. Pleated pants
3. Spiral permed hair
4. Bubble skirt
5. Leggings

Five Favorite Toys:

1. Laptop
2. DVR
3. The baby
4. OK, I’m all out of toys I enjoy

Five People to Tag:

1. Sarah at Bee Bangbage
2. Sarah at Tales of an Expat
3. Carrie at Naturally Optimistic
4. anyone else who wants to do it. I can’t think of anyone else who I know for sure would do it for me.

7 Songs

Shelly tagged me with this one, and like her, I will admit to never listening to the radio anymore. I usually hook the iPod up in the car to listen to what I like, not what they play for me. But here goes.

By far the coolest of all my seven songs is this little cutie I saw on Jay Leno and then again on Jimmy Kimmel. He’s adorable and the song gets stuck in your head.

I absolutely adore Roy Orbison anyway, and I love his original version of this song, but kd lang add something I can’t describe. I love her voice.

I swear I will love this song until the day I die. Brings back such good college memories…..

Also known as the theme song from Rescue Me on FX. Love it. I refuse to fast forward through the intro to that show and always crank up the volume so I can hear the song. Best played very loud in your car.

Honestly, I don’t care a fig about the original version of this song, but when U2 covers it, I melt.

Pure, unadulterated cheese, I freely admit. But ever since the day Bridget was born, this song goes through my head about a thousand times a day.

I love his voice and think this song is so relevant without being full of jack-assery.

So there you go. I’m not going to tag anyone specifically, but you should do it if you have time for it. You can get the buttons here.

Holiday Meme

Saw this over at Mrs. Ca’s place and thought it might be fun and Christmas-y. Lord knows nothing else in my life is these days.

1. Hot chocolate or egg nog? Um, I despise egg nog, so I’d have to say hot chocolate. But really? I’d probably prefer coffee.

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? I can’t remember really. I know some things got wrapped but bigger things did not. We’ll have to figure out what we plan to do with Bridget’s gifts from Santa, but not until next year!

3. Colored lights on the tree/house or white? My preference is for white lights on the tree. Or if there has to be a color, it must be all the same color, like all red or all blue or all green. I don’t really like the multi-colored lights. Jake does, and so we made a pact that until kids came along, I could put all white lights on the tree, then once kids came, we could do the multi-colored ones. I guess next year we’ll have to buy some. But absolutely no blinking or chasing lights!

4. Do you hang mistletoe? I’ll hang it if I can find it, but I actually have a kissing ball that I hang up most years. It’s more practical because it doesn’t die or wilt.

5. When do you put your decorations up? Usually in early December. We get real trees so we can’t put up the tree very early (the only advantage I can see to having a fake tree is that it can be put up the day after Thanksgiving. It’s tempting, but we will stick with our real ones.) I like to have the rest of the decorations up as early as possible though so I can enjoy them for longer.

6. What is your favorite holiday dish? There are so many. I love my mom’s stuffing, I love homemade cranberry sauce, I love pumpkin pie. This year I’m making au gratin potatoes which I also love but those aren’t strictly a holiday dish.

7. Favorite Holiday memory? I used to always try to talk my dad into decorating the outside of the house and he never wanted to. He hated the thought of putting nails or staples into the house and those light hooks are a pain, he says. Every year I was away at college, we’d have the discussion and every year he’d swear that he wasn’t going to do it. And every year, I’d pull up in front of the house when I got home for Christmas break, and he would have put up lights just for me. I’m not too proud to say I’m a daddy’s girl.

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? My brother told me when I was six, but I didn’t believe him. When I was seven, I caught my grandmother carrying a box that the next day was marked as “From Santa.” I knew then, but played along another year or maybe two. When my parents told me, I told them I already knew.

9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? When I was growing up, no, not ever. Now it just depends on what our plans are for Christmas Day. If there is travel involved, we will usually open our gifts to each other and any gifts that were mailed to us on Christmas Eve.

10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? We have a hodge-podge of ornaments. I don’t agree with those department store trees that have a color scheme and an ornament theme - that just seems so fake to me. But tinsel is not allowed on my tree, either in the form of those icicles or tinsel garland. I just don’t like it.

11. Snow: Love it or Hate it? Love it when I can sit inside and admire it, or go play in it. Hate it when I have to drive and when it gets plowed up and turns black and slushy and nasty. That’s why I’m glad I don’t live in a snowy climate anymore. You can’t escape the black slush or the piles from the plow that last until May.

12. Can you ice skate? Nope. Not even a little bit.

13. Do you remember your favorite gift? Hmmmm…. as a kid, it was my Barbie Dream Cottage. As a grown up, I’d have to say my lovely kate spade bag that Jake got me last year. Or I should say, gave me a GC and I picked out last year!

14. What?s the most important thing? Counting your blessings. That and food.

15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? I’m a purist - pumpkin pie.

16. What tops your tree? We have a cool metal star that I bought at Target a few years ago. It’s not flat - it’s 3D if that makes sense and it lights from the inside. I’m not describing it well, but we like it. I also sometimes like to use a big bow and run ribbon down the sides of the tree, but Jake doesn’t like that look, so I haven’t done it in a while.

17. Which do you prefer: giving or receiving? Definitely giving. I always find myself so excited to see people open what I got them. Remembering that I have gifts to open too is always an after thought to me.

18. What is your favorite Christmas Song? It’s funny, even though I am not a religious person at all, my favorite Christmas music tends to be the religious songs - O Come All Ye Faithful, Joy to the World, Hark! The Herald Angels Sing, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen….. I also love Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and The Christmas Song when it’s sung by Nat King Cole. Well, I love anything when it’s sung by Nat King Cole.

19. Candy canes: Yuck or Yum? Eh, I can live without them. I don’t ever eat them anyway.

OK, I definitely feel more Christmas-y now!

The Last of the Answers

I really was able to drag this question and answer thing out, wasn’t I? Well, it seems the questions have tapered off, so this should be the last of the answers.

Reese (who designed the look of this site, FYI) wants to know: once you’re in ‘advanced’ pregnancy, is it difficult or awkward to have sex? I would say unequivocally YES. I am large in the belly area which makes certain positions quite uncomfortable, if not downright impossible. The ways that do work are not big hits in my book. Still, we must continue to try. Of course, I’m actually not all that interested these days anyway, because I am a large moose with heartburn all the time. Jake is very patient and sweet, though.

Carolyn wants to know: Have you or your husband ever been sledding naked? I know that she thinks the answer to this question is yes, but it’s not. Truthfully, we just witnessed her husband sledding naked. New Year’s Eve. New England. Our husbands both snot-slingin’ drunk from Jaegermeister. Someone decides to sled. These things happen. I was completely sober that night, so my memory rules over those whose memories are a bit fuzzy.

Annastazia wants to know: What’s your favorite pair of shoes and why? Well, none of my shoes fit anymore so this question is bittersweet for me. I think my all time favorites are a pair of Cole-Haan black leather moccasin type slides (moccasins up front, no heel). In case you couldn’t guess, my tastes lean towards the preppy side of the spectrum. I love these shoes so much because a) they were a steal - I bought them at a Marshall’s in Brooklyn for about half of what they were worth; b) they will probably survive a nuclear war. I’ve had them for over five years now and they are holding up fabulously; and c) they are so comfy and versatile. I love them with jeans or black pants or khakis, I’ve even worn them with a well loved J. Crew long linen skirt that I no longer have. It broke my heart when I tried to put them on a month or so ago and my fat swollen feet would not fit into them. I think that is the main reason I am praying so hard for my feet to shrink somewhat because if I can’t wear these shoes again, I don’t know what I will do.

Annastazia also wants to know: If you were given the superpower of flight, where would you go first? Well, I can tell you for damn certain that my ass would not be sitting in rush hour traffic like a chump anymore.

Answers, Part 3

Chris wanted to know: My standard desert island questions - top five books, movies and albums? Oh Chris, I hate to answer this question because if you didn’t already think so, you will think I am a huge music dork, and that my musical tastes are nowhere near as refined as yours. But here goes.

Books - To Kill a Mockingbird (the standard everyone uses but still one of my all-time favorites), It by Stephen King, The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and all of the Harry Potters. I know, I know. I’m a grown woman, but I love Harry Potter. I can’t help it.

Movies - The Godfather, Gone With the Wind, Love Actually, Rudy, and The Shawshank Redemption (I want to say I don’t like this movie, because of my recent disgust with Tim Robbins and his jackassery, but it’s still just a damn good movie.)

Albums - Closing Time by Tom Waits, Achtung Baby by U2, This Perfect World by Freedy Johnston, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy by Sarah McLachlan, and August and Everything After by Counting Crows. By rereading that list of albums, I think I am stuck back in college.

Chris also wanted to know: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? This is one of life’s great mysteries. Right up there with How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop? The world may never know.

Another Answer

I meant to answer more questions yesterday after running errands, but I am a slack-ass blogger, and instead decided to make dinner for my husband.

Shelly wants to know: What song would you be most embarrassed for us to know you sing at the top of your lungs when you’re all alone in the car? Well, sadly, I sing at the top of my lungs anytime I am alone in the car to anything I find remotely appealing. I think it’s good for the soul. Plus it helps Curtainrod get to know my singing voice so he does not come out of the womb expecting me to sing him sweet lullabyes. He’ll know what Mamma’s singing voice sounds like and will be quiet simply to avoid having to hear it again. But some of the more embarassing songs on my iPod include “Fancy” by Reba McEntire, “Copacabana (At the Copa)” by Barry Manilow, “My Humps” by the Blackeyed Peas, and “Hollaback Girl” by Gwen Stefani. Jake would tell you I should be embarrased by my Dan Fogelberg songs on there, but I’m not. And if he ever deletes them from the iTunes library, I’ll smack him. Let that be a warning to any of you who try to take away my cheesy music

Anyone else care to share some of their musical guilty pleasures? Come on, we’re all friends here. We don’t judge. Much.

Answers, Part One

I am actually amazed you guys had questions for me. Here are the answers.

Stellalafayette (whose link seems to be broken right now or else I’d have linked it) wanted to know:
When are you due? I am due on November 23, which is Thanksgiving Day this year. Doubly good in that no matter when the baby actually arrives, I don’t have to cook a flingin’ flangin’ thing this year. Maybe not for Christmas either! My turkey dinner may be brought to me on a room service tray by the good people at Presyterian Hospital.
Will you give us any hints on the name of the baby? That’s tough for me. First, since we don’t know the sex of the baby, there can be nothing set in stone yet. Also, I have told very few people the names we are considering, because as much as I love you all I don’t necessarily want the feedback. I know that everyone knew a Billy who smelled funny and ate paste, or a Sally who was a total bitch. We also have the stumbling block of a large extended family, so many names that we like are vetoed because they belong to someone already. All I will tell you is this: the baby will NOT be named Curtainrod, and we are considering Celtic names that go well with our last name.
Did you know Helen from Everyday Stranger when she lived in Dallas? I wish I had! It’s strange to hear her speak of her memories here in Dallas, because for some reason, I feel like we must have crossed paths without knowing it at some point. So many of our memories of the same time take place in the same locations. But sadly no, I do not know Helen’s real identity. She is one of my very favorite bloggers and maybe one day we can meet in person. Does that sound pyscho? I don’t mean it to. Helen, I promise if I ever get to meet you, I won’t take cuttings from your hair while you aren’t looking or steal your used tissues.
How did you and Jake meet? We met at a party thrown by co-workers of his who coincidentally were new neighbors of mine, at their housewarming party. That was in October of 1999 and within three weeks, we knew we were in love and that we would end up getting married. We were engaged a little less than a year later, in September of 2000, and married in April of 2001. The best decision I ever made was to go on that date with him, even though I was casually dating two other guys at the time and thought that adding a third was not a good idea. Something made me say yes, though, and I’ve never looked back.

More answers to your questions to come. Keep the questions coming!

ABC, Easy as 1,2,3…

Since Lisa tagged me, I thought I would waste the last 45 minutes at work obliging her. I feel like crap thanks to a head cold or allergies or something and I’m just done being productive anyway. So here goes.

A is for Age: I’m 32. Ouch. When did that happen? I’m not 30, I’m IN my thirties. Oh the pain.

B is for Booze of Choice: Grey Goose vodka on the rocks with a twist. Or a dirty martini. I like wine, but it always gives me a headache and makes me sleepy, and I like beer but can’t burp so it’s uncomfortable to drink beer. Of course, now that I’ve got a bun in the oven, everything is off limits.

C is for Career: I work in Human Resources, specifically right now employee benefits. But I am quitting in November when I have this baby. and I have made a solemn vow that if I ever come back to work, it will not be in corporate America. I just despise the politics, backstabbing, lying, and cheating I am witness to every single day. Of course, this is where the real money is, so I’m sure if I do go back to work one day, I’ll probably end up right back in the thick of it. Oh well. Maybe by then I won’t care so much.

D is for Dog’s Name: I have two, Lucy and Robbie. Lucy is half saluki and half sheltie. Robbie is a mix of mainly black lab and probably some chow. I also have two cats that I can’t leave out, Kiri and Neo (or Mr. Meow).

E is for Essential Items: Hmmm…. I’m high maintenance, so this list will be long. Facial sunscreen (I refuse to wrinkle before my time), sunglasses (same reason, I am trying to ward off lines around my eyes), Blistex lip ointment, Kleenex (very snotty lately, especially now with the head cold/allergy thing, and ice cream.

F is for Favorite Song: There are so many, it’d be hard to list them. I have sort of been boycotting radio and listening only to my iPod in the car. The ones I get really excited about these days are “Common People” by Pulp (not that stupid ass William Shatner version), “Elevation” by U2, and that’s all I can think of right now. Just to be clear, my iPod is very U2, Beatles and Depeche Mode heavy. That should tell you something about my musical tastes.

G is for Favorite Game: I love anything that pits my knowledge of trivia against others. I will kick your ass. Not really, I mean, I’m pretty good at trivia games. Jake thinks I am some sort of savant, but it’s really just because he can’t remember his own name sometimes, much less any sort of trivia.

H is for Hometown: Not born here, but I consider Dallas to be my hometown. It’s where I am most comfortable and where I did the majority of my growing up.

I is for Instruments You Play: None. I have absolutely zero muscial ability.

J is for Jam or Jelly You Like: I like most all of them except orange marmalade. I really enjoy apricot on some good bread or croissants, but on a PB&J I like Bama red plum jam, or grape or strawberry. Those are the only ones that belong on a PB&J.

K is for Kids: One bun in the oven, which I am about to meet in 15 weeks!

L is for Last Kiss: Quick kiss from the hubby in the kitchen as I was leaving for work.

M is for Most Admired Trait: Well, I don’t know, I’ve never asked anyone. I would say my sensitivity. I usually find myself feeling very keenly what others are going through. Sometimes that’s a bad thing, because I get myself caught up in other people’s drama. Oh and I have a great rack. Well, I did, before pregnancy made them all big and veiny.

N is for Name of Your Crush: Bono. I am way too old to have a crush on a rock star, but there you go, I do.

O is for Overnight Hospital Stays: Not including any when I was a baby that I don’t remember, I spent the night in the hospital in January 1987 after having had surgery to put a screw in my ankle. My mean brother broke my ankle. Don’t you feel bad for me? Isn’t he mean? Nah, not really. We were just playing, it was an accident. And I guess I’ll be having one sometime around Thanksgiving when I deliver this baby.

P is for Phobias: I won’t go so far as to say I am claustrophobic, but I do feel suffocated very easily, just like Lisa says, and I think that inhibits my cuddliness. I also don’t particularly like suspension bridges. The Golden Gate is lovely to look at, but I’d prefer to not go over it, thank you very much.

Q is for Quotes You Like: The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. - Thomas Paine

R is for Regret: Sadly, I regret a lot of things. I regret that I let depression have such an effect on my life for so long before I did anything about it. Looking back, I think it began in college, but I had no idea what it really was. It caused me to do a lot of stupid things, most of which I have apologized to those that matter about.

S is for Sweets: Coffee ice cream, Take 5 candy bars, M&Ms of any sort, but preferrably peanut, Twizzlers…. I feel sick just thinking about all that stuff, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t eat it.

T is for Time You Wake Up: 5:30 a.m. Don’t you feel bad for me?

U is for Underwear: I like the Victoria’s Secret Signature Cotton Panties, sometimes the low rise. I also like Vicki’s V strings if I have to wear a thong, which I try to avoid. But they are the most comfortable ones I’ve found. Nowadays, you don’t even want to know.

V is for Vegetables You Love: I love corn and sugar snap peas. I’ll eat broccoli and carrots but only raw.

W is for Worst Habit: I have lots. I’m not a nail biter or a smoker or anything, but I do mess with my hair too much. And does pessimism count as a habit?

X is for X Rays: I had that broken ankle when I was 12 and I’ve had dental x-rays, and the lovely HSG test.

Y is for Yummy Food You Make: I make really good creme brulee and kick ass macaroni and cheese.

Z is for Zodiac Sign: Cancer. And I am such a typical cancer.