It’s Show and Tell Tuesday! This week we’re chatting about what makes us tick…our quirks, nicknames, and phobias.
I have the most boring hair ever. It always looks the same.
I could blow dry it (I don’t) or let it air dry (I do, every day) and it would look the same.
I have tried flat-ironing it. It looks the same.
Don’t get me wrong – my hair is nice. It’s healthy and does mostly what I want. It’s so low maintenance.
This picture is of me. My sister-in-law insisted I try getting a blow out with her one afternoon when I visited. This is the nicest my hair has ever looked.
In. my. entire. life.
I tried to recreate it. No luck.
Good thing I took a picture to document the occasion.
The Hubster snores like a freight train almost every night. It’s compounded if he is extra tired or has more than 1 beer in the evening.
When his snoring wakes me up, I am irrationally angry. Like I can’t help it how angry I am. I know how I should take a deep breath and ask nicely for him to roll over. I just can’t.
We aren’t people that bicker and snip at each other.
Except when he wakes me up in the middle of the night.
I turn into a raging sleep-deprived monster.
I love penguins. They pretty much dominate my house in the winter months. If there is something that has a penguin on it, either I bought it or someone got it for me.
Penguins are my jam.
Something that makes zero sense is that while I love penguins, I really hate birds. They scare the crap out of me. It doesn’t matter if it’s a robin or a chicken or a peacock. I just can’t stand birds. They really freak me out.
Our friends just got 6 chickens. I saw them when they were chicks. They were cute. Now that they are full grown birds, I’m terrified of them.
I do eat eggs. But there are times when I think about how they came from a bird and then I go for a few months without eating them.
I’m aware of my weirdness.
[my morning routine]
I have a weird morning workday routine.
My alarm is set for 6:30am every morning. I hit snooze and get out of bed at 6:57am and into the shower. I’m usually done showering and brushing my teeth by 7:11am. Then I get back into bed and watch the news for 15ish minutes. Then I get out of bed, get dressed, and finish getting ready so I can leave by 7:35am.
It’s weird that I get back into bed.
I think it started when my brother used to shower and then I would have no time to get ready and my hair would be soaking wet when I ran outside to get the bus. So I used to get up earlier than him, take a shower and let my hair dry a bit before I went outside.
I grew up in Buffalo. It was cold in the winter mornings.
The Hubster doesn’t understand why I insist on getting back into bed for 10 min. Or 5 if I’m running late. But it’s part of my weird morning routine. I don’t know if I could stop doing it.