Inspired by Annie
I love to do the laundry. Clean, fresh laundry makes me very happy, and I like all of the associated tasks: sorting, folding, putting it away. Even buying laundry detergent or dryer sheets gives me a little thrill.
I almost bought an issue of Mollie Makes this morning; picked it up and thumbed through it and everything. But I can't make myself buy an $8 magazine, even if it does come with a craft kit and even if I do recognize several people in it from
I once had a job in a gas station, where they sold that cheap fake "cappuccino" from a machine. They told me I could have any drink I wanted for free while I worked, and I went straight for the cappuccino because it seemed so fancy. I drank cup after cup, and by the end of my first shift, my hands were shaking so much I couldn't operate the cash register. I drank Sprite after that.
I can't play any musical instruments. I never really wanted to, which raises a lot of eyebrows for some reason. It just never appealed to me. But I do like to sing. I can even belt it out occasionally.
If I had to pick a pet peeve, it's gainsaying, especially as it pertains to negative experiences. Really, if you have to always be the one who has been through the very worst life has to offer, then you win. You've got it worst of all. Congratulations, you miserable creature.
I'm currently obsessed with Law & Order, ever since I discovered it had been added to the streaming content on Netflix. I watch an episode or two most nights. Detective Sergeant Max Greevey is my secret boyfriend.
Before I joined the blogging world and started winning giveaways, I'd won exactly two games of chance in my whole life: a radio call-in competition where I won a pair of tickets to see the Quad City DJ's perform off-season at a ski resort (they are famous for this terrible song), and a raffle held by the Students for Environmental Awareness club in my high school, where I won a basket containing shampoo, conditioner and a bar of soap.
I have, however, won every spelling bee I have ever participated in, so there.
I've never lived with a cat. I've hardly even touched a cat. I have nothing against cats, I just haven't had much contact with them. I like to watch them, though.
I'm looking at my refrigerator right now, and I see, on top: a basket holding a bag of potato chips and a bag of pretzel sticks, a set of garden nippers, a potato ricer. On the side facing me: a calendar, free by mail from Betty Crocker, the April page featuring "mini rainbow whoopie pies"; two different digital timers; a photo of a relative and his wife and dog; two medical appointment reminder notes for my son; a coupon for $5 off toilet paper at Target; a coupon for $1 off a sandwich at a sub shop I don't like; a grocery-list notepad I forgot I had; a magnet which looks like a Band-Aid, with the phone number for our preferred Urgent Care facility; a magnet which looks like a space shuttle designed by my husband's employer sometime in the 1990's; a lanyard held by a magnetic clip. And that's just the top and one side.