1: I have a lot of irrational fears: doughnuts, mayonnaise-based foods, fast food joints, Peeps, etc.
2: I never realized how many of my irrational fears are centered around food until I was writing #1. Hmmmmmm…
3: I have a small obsession with fiber. I love it. I refer to THESE as “my oh-so yummy fiber cookies” (JLR and RR actually gave me a bottle as a birthday present once). Last week, while at the grocery store shopping, I came upon a box of whole-wheat pasta with 12 grams of fiber per serving. This was the highlight of my weekend (and, no, I am not kidding). When I’m 80, I’ll probably need highly concentrated prune juice to generate “a movement”, I’m sure.
Conversation from last week:
--> RR: “So, what you are saying is that you just ate fiber to flush out the fiber you ate earlier?”
--> Me: “Well, yeah. Don’t you?”
4: I only watch the news for the weather. This has less to do with the forecast, and more to do with my need to support my local weatherperson. I feel like I have to root for them – especially when the news anchors attack them for providing a forecast that is, say, less than pleasant (i.e. torrential rain and gusty winds). Like it is the weatherperson’s fault or something! Leave them alone!
5: I’m a pack-a-day gum chewer. Sometimes two. I'm like a cow chewing cud.
6: My dogs are my children. I’d do anything for them. Case in point: Last week I had to learn how to “express” Gypsy Kitty’s anal glands. Apparently, some dogs have problems getting theirs to “express” naturally, which can be very unpleasant and uncomfortable for them. Consequently, I had to…ahem…relieve them for her. Her butt feels much better now, thank you!
