They say confession is good for the soul, so here goes:
When I was young an older lady who knew my love of reading gave me about 50 Barbara Cartland books. I read them all, and to this day I get a little twitchy about ellipses in dialogue because every heroine in Barbara Cartland books talked like a half-wit. "Oh, I... don't know... about... that..."
I eat around the chocolate chips in chocolate chip cookies. Along the same vein, I leave all the M&Ms in the trail mix.
I sing along with songs on the radio, often very loudly (much to my children's embarrassment).
I was on the drill team in high school and I still have my sequined outfit and pom poms.
I know all the words to the song "Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice.
I switched majors four times in college: business, commercial art, dance, and physical therapy. I finally graduated with a BS in pre-physical therapy, a minor in composite dance, and enough random credits to have graduated twice.
Orlando Bloom is hawt, esp. in Pirates of the Caribbean. Just saying.
I once dressed up as a cholera victim for Halloween. We had a class presentation in my Microbiology class on Halloween and I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I was told it was quite a realistic costume.
I can't make myself burp. Various boyfriends tried to teach me, but I'm belch-challenged.
I don't like slow songs. *gag* My husband says I'm not quite natural.
My non-writer friends sometimes don't get my humor. I guess they don't find atrocious typos in marquees as funny as me.
I don't watch TV. Sometimes I go weeks without seeing a single show.
I used to play the drums.
I have an extra ankle bone. (Technically, it's a tilted navicular bone, not an extra one, but it means I have a really prominent second bump on the outside of my ankles that makes it painful to wear ice skates or high top shoes.)
Anyone else feel like sharing a random confession? I know at least some of you also know all the words to "Ice Ice Baby."