I was so tired last night that I couldn’t even remember what I wrote when I woke up this morning. Sad, but true. I didn’t even cook dinner last night (we ordered pizza and watched the Cowboys game – WOOHOO GO COWBOYS!) which is a rarity for Sundays.
As for the Halloween pics, Saturday when I came to work I had my USB cable but no camera. Now today I have the camera but no USB cable. Maybe someday soon I’ll get my shizz together and post them. Sorry – it will be soon – I swear**! **Disclaimer – by soon I mean sometime before the end of the year, not as in the next day or anything. =)
I couldn’t remember what me-fact I was planning on writing yesterday, but I did come up with a new one today. Daddy got us KFC for lunch and while we were putting our food on plates, I started thinking about how weird I am with food, among many, many, many other things.
As I mentioned before, I am extremely picky when it comes to food and such things. I was talking to my mom a few weeks ago about this and asked when it all came about. She said I hadn’t always been so strange with food, but she couldn’t remember when it started.
I WILL NOT eat anything that touches another food unless the two things are meant to touch. Say I have a biscuit, chicken and mashed potatoes. If the potatoes and biscuit touch, I will only eat the the parts of said food that haven’t been touched by other said food. Weird, I know – I warned you. I mostly eat with my hands. I am fully aware this is considered rude, but I just can’t help it. I blame it on my mom, she does that too. I refuse to eat in the dark, with the exception of the movies. I want to make sure no bugs flew into my food when I wasn’t paying attention or couldn’t see. I am a veeeeerrrryyy slow eater. Anyone in my family can attest to this.
The list is long, but you get the general idea. Sometimes my weirdness annoys those close to me, but for the most part everyone has just learned to make fun of me for it live with it. I’ve been told it’s quite entertaining, really.
