I may never blog normally again.
This virus zapped all creativity, rational thought, and spontaneity out of me. The good news is I held down a scrambled egg and a slice of toast. The better news is I lost seven pounds.
If you are in search of a crash diet, come on over, use my chapstick and catch my virus. I guarantee you’ll be thinner (if not dead) in three days.
In light of the fact that my brain left the premises, let’s do one of those “get to know you” type posts. I tell you a few silly things about me and then you divulge your deepest, darkest secrets to me (and the rest of the world, but who’s keeping track anyway?).
Ok, you might want to keep those secrets to yourself, or at least comment as Anonymous.
How about you just introduce yourself to me and tell me something silly?
I’ll go first.
I cannot stomach a runny egg white. It grosses me completely out. Maybe I’ll do a runny yolk, but that white better be friend dead.
I’m totally paranoid over eating raw chicken. I blame fortune cookies and the time my General Tso’s Chicken clucked just before jumping off my plate and running away.
Then there was the time I ate half a raw chicken parmesan sandwich, all the while complaining that it tasted terrible. The miracle is I did not get food poisoning. Although me and Google were sure I was going to die of the chicken flu.
I burn a lot of dinners. Blame Facebook, my blog, and Youtube – my cooking companions.
Don’t look under any bed in my house. The sock monsters will pull you under and hold you down for the dust bunnies.
I believe cheese should be the foundation of every meal. Cheese is its own food group. In my mind.
Last night my daughter was describing how one of her friends was acting and she said, “She was really grumpy. Grumpier than you are before you drink coffee in the morning.”
I’m grumpy in the morning, according to the little people who live in my house.
I only drink decaf. I know. I’m a traitor.
I would probably be less grumpy if I drank caffeine, but neither FringeMan nor my heart can handle me on caffeine.
I was the kid with the pig-tails, freckles, and braces who talked way too much.
I took a survey about the new grocery store they are building in my town (so crazy excited), and when they asked what products I would like them to carry, I asked for Isomax Wicked Good Whoopie Pies from Maine. Please don’t judge me for my wicked bad eating habits.
I always forget something when I go grocery shopping always. It doesn’t matter if I have a list. I just forget to put “it” on the list.
I love the beach and get car sick in the mountains.
I’m a Coke girl, unless we’re talking Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi and then I’m a Pepsi girl.
Obviously I’m not very loyal to brands.
Now, it’s your turn!