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Monday, 18 February 2008
Finnigan was scooting around today, and discovered half an Oreo cookie under my computer desk. Needless to say, this made him quite happy!
Then, for the rest of the day, whenever I'd put him down he'd head straight for the desk. Little booger. He was NOT impressed when I did this to him, once he figured out it was an empty bag and that he couldn't eat the oreo in the picture:
I can only eat Tic Tacs in pairs. Tic Tacs come packaged in odd numbers. Ergo, somewhere there are packages and packages with one lonely Tic Tac in them sitting in a landfil.
I hope to one day foster/adopt child(ren). I think it's one of the most noble causes.
If the hours didn't suck, I'd be a nurse.
I don't believe anything is ever final.
I actually love my job.
I have issues with toe hair. This means YOU, hubby.
If there were such a thing as finger-lengthening surgery, I think I'd get it.
I'm short - only 5'.
Lavender gives me migraines.
I have a black thumb, and if I so much as look at plants they die.
I've always been a little bit dissapointed that I didn't get the wedding dress I REALLY wanted. :(
My hands and feet are ALWAYS cold. My hubby says it's because my cold cold heart is leaking. ;)
I have chronically dry skin.
I have been writing my first childrens book for, oh, about six years now. I don't even have a title yet. (I DO have a plot.)
Even though our national sport is Lacrosse, I have no idea how to play nor any inclination to learn.
I don't like blueberries.
I don't share well.
I'm addicted to F*R*I*E*N*D*S, and have a daughter named Rachel. Coincidence?
I collect Ball Gowns. LOOOOVE them. The poofier the better!
I've never owned a poncho.
I won't tell your heart, your achy-breaky heart.
I hardly ever sweat the petty things, and I NEVER pet the sweaty things.
I heart shoes.
I'm finding it harder that I thought it would be to come up with 100 different things about myself.
I'm a pepsi addict, thanks to my hubby. Thanks, hubby. ;)
I suck at math.
I do my best thinking at around 2am.
I lie about my natural haircolour. I'm a redhead. Ok, OK, I'm brown. Not a brunette, just brown. Like poo. And rodents. And the colour orange-juice turns when you spill it and it goes under your fridge and then you leave it for two years... (Trust me on that one.) My natural shade of brown only looks good on mud and re-fried beans. God bless Ms. Clairol.
I'm Canadian, eh?
I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. But I'm wearing a fabulous new outfit.