Sometimes I run to the Twilight score and pretend I’m a speedy vampire.
I brush my teeth in the shower. It’s more efficient.
My personal pet peeve is unnecessary emails that simply say, “Okay!” or “Thanks!” When I accidentally send one myself, I nearly kneel over in shame.
Every Sunday, I wash the sheets, and the Husband and I have a little argument about whether clean sheets actually feel different or it’s all in my head.
Once, I waited for five hours to meet Ricky Martin, and when I finally did come face-to-face with him, I actually asked him to kiss me. He obliged (on the cheek)!
When I have a new favorite song, I listen to it dozens and dozens of times on repeat until I’m completely sick of it and never want to hear it again. I also do this with food (if I never eat a bowl of Panda Puffs again, it will be too soon).
My mom’s middle name is tattooed on my hip (Joy).
I am jealous of the Husband’s eyelashes. They are the prettiest, longest man lashes ever.
I talk to my dogs… out loud. No surprise there, I’m sure.