I am not sure I can come up with more strange things to tell you about myself. (That’s not to say there aren’t any. Just that I don’t want to tell you about them.)

Seriously, you guys. I have confessed to a lot of quirks here. And those are just the entries in which I was specifically talking about quirks. I think we all know that I have revealed more strange/quirky things than that. Like that time I ate the mint chocolate chip ice cream to keep the peace, or the way I eat pizza rolls and popcorn for dinner when Mike is out of town, or how irate I get when Mike kicks his socks off in the middle of the night and leaves them in our bed. Or how I read while I dry my hair in the morning. Just, you know, some examples.

But, in the interest of friendship, even though Melissa is deserting me to move to Seattle (where, according to this movie I saw, people do not sleep), I will try to come up with seven more strange things about myself.

1. I do not like to answer my phone when I am at home. I like to talk on my phone in the car (I’m a hazard to myself). But when I am at home, I am kind of done with the phone. Usually I do answer it, because I am such a people pleaser. But I often do so with reluctance. (Except when YOU call. I always want to answer when YOU call.) (Please don’t take this personally, anyone. It’s my own issue with needing boundaries, not about not wanting to talk to anyone.) (Look what a people pleaser I am and how hard it was for me to confess that.)

2. My fingernails don’t break. They bend. Under extreme duress, they tear. When I was in middle school, I discovered that this really grossed some people out. I’m still not exactly sure why. And I can’t imagine what it would be like to have really brittle nails.

3. I’m not sure if I have ever talked about our engagement here . . . Mike and I got engaged without ever having been on an official date. Sometimes we discuss this and say things like, “We were so young. What were we thinking?” (In the best possible way, of course.)

4. Mike thinks it is strange that I call wool caps “toboggans.” He thinks that word is reserved for sleds. I also use it for sleds, but AS YOU CAN SEE HERE, MIKE, it is considered American English colloquial to use it that way. So, officially, this should probably not count as a strange thing. But it may garner some discussion, so I am going to leave it.

5. I have never read Of Mice and Men or The Grapes of Wrath. A student asked me the other day, about The Grapes of Wrath, “Was this book good?” and I had to confess to him that I had never read it. I don’t like to pretend that I have read something when I haven’t, because that’s dishonest, but it’s hard sometimes when people assume I have read everything. I have never claimed to have read anything. And, to be honest, there are authors a whole lot higher than Steinbeck on my list. (I did read The Pearl. In case you were wondering. It was fine.) Maybe one day I will post a list of Important Books I Have Not Read And Do Not Plan On Reading just to shock everyone and lose everyone’s respect. Good times.

6. Mike and I talk about poop an inordinate amount. That’s all I have to say about that.

7. It is quite possible that t-shirts are one of my primary love languages. This dates back to my two (TWO!!) Star Trek t-shirts that I wore, without shame, in middle school. I had dozens of band t-shirts in high school and college. And now I wear nerdy/bookish/librarian shirts. I have stopped buying t-shirts for Mike, and instead just send him the link to whatever t-shirt I would buy him except he has a drawer full of shirts I bought him already. Also, he said I am not allowed to buy any more coffee mugs.

I am not tagging anybody. “I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet. I send no compliments to your mother. You deserve no such attention.”

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