I just cleaned up my Christmas decorations TODAY. Huzzah!
After playing the Ghost of Christmas Past in "A Christmas Carol" my son started saying "huzzah" all the time, and it's contagious.
I can't stand sitting/laying on bumpy surfaces, like an unmade bed or a bunched up blanket on the couch. My husband laughs at me when I get out of bed so I can remake it to get back in.
My family calls me "Coldilocks." Isn't 80 degrees everyone's comfort zone?
I handle lack of sleep as well as a toddler. I don't need my beauty sleep, I need my not-snap-everyone's-head-off sleep.
I don't like ice in my water. Room temperature, baby!
I close one eye when I put on blush. I don't know why.
I also put one hand on my hip when I brush my teeth. I don't even realize I'm doing it.
Kidlet #2 once told me he falls asleep best to the clicking sound of the computer keyboard. I didn't know my writing habit would become his lullaby.
I am a human static electricity conductor. I shock at least one of my children every day when I kiss them goodnight.
I hate the smell of crispy scrambled eggs. You know, when they start to go brown in the pan? *gag*
I think green peppers taste like laundry detergent. (Don't tell me you've never accidentally inhaled the little powdery particles while doing laundry!)
I like to play in the dirt. Since I'm a grown up now, it's called "gardening."
I am solar powered. Cloudy days make me sluggish.
I love to sing along with songs in the car.
I haven't been able to get the song "Grenade" by Bruno Mars out of my head for over a week.
I love, love thigh-high boots. (But I don't actually own a pair.)
That's probably enough randomness about me. I dare you to share a random tidbit about yourself in the comments. (You own thigh-high boots, don't you?)