- I cannot sleep with the closet door open. In fact I make my husband sleep on the side of the bed next to the closet. I guessing this stems from seeing Poltergeist at a very young age. Let him get sucked into the netherworld. His screams will wake me and give me a chance to get away. :) And when the bedroom upstairs finally gets done, we are switching sides of the bed so he is again closest to the closet.
- When punching in a time on the microwave I refuse to use round numbers. No 1 minute 30 seconds here...its 1:48 or 1:23. Why should these numbers suffer because they aren't easy math?
- I drink pickle brine (from kosher garlic dills) and I love it.
- I have no nails on my pinkie toes. They were removed for medical reasons.
- I can fall off a ladder, hit the wall I am painting, hit the ladder again, hit the wall again and hit the floor all without spilling a drop of paint from the container in my hand.
- I can identify most brands of paint and polyurethane by smell alone.
- I will often skip, rather than walk, from point A to point B. Even at work.
The creative adventures of an artist as she and her husband remodel their home, raise two minions, work in theatre, and indulge in geek fandom... all while having MS.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Weird
Weird things about me. I'm not sure where I saw this first (or last) but its worth a shot.
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I don't think the paint by smell thing is so weird - I can tell brands of jeans by a 2x2 swatch of fabric. But how can you switch sides of the bed? I would never be able to sleep! Such a fun meme!
omg--i always had that thing about the closet, too! or i did until i was out of college & moved into an apt. with closets that were more like cabinets (it was a turn-of-the-century building). i guess i fugured they were too small for monsters to hide in...
now our closets are really shallow and have sliding doors, so again, they're most definitely monster-proof. (ok, so this isn't exactly logical, but they don't have those hinged swinging kind of doors my childhood closet had--the kind the ghouls were sure to spring out of)
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