|Chillax, it's olive oil|
I keep a couple of blogs that a handful of people read. Apparently you are one of them.
I have a degree in archaeology/anthropology. It is currently useless.
I have debateably red hair. Debateably is not a word.
I do not naturally swing my arms when I walk. I force it now, but I used to look like Frankenstein.
I am afraid of heights and overly large groups of people make me uncomfortable.
I would rather take a walk through a cemetery and look for owls than watch television.
I love food sometimes more than I should. Hallelujah for skinny genes (you read that right).
I am married to the King of the Muddy Bank. I haven't taken his name yet. I don't know why.
When I was 17 I discovered my undying love for 80s pop music.
I have dysthemia. But it's okay.
I am holding out for real gelatto. Like from Italy. Where a tan, wrinkly man will hand it to me and say "prego" when I say "grazie."
I am sometimes a Gemini, sometimes a Taurus. Sketchy Zodiac...
If I could combine my love for writing, travel, and photography into a career, I would be a very happy person.
My husband says I should add "telling people what to do" to that list. Silly boy.
I hate hospitals. They don't believe you when you say you will be fine if they will just send you home.
I love the ocean, but my mortal fear is of tidal waves. Sad day.
I am slightly allergic to bees. Not like anaphylactic shock allergic, but like fever and itchy and swelling allergic. Eek.
I have a cat with something in the neighborhood of 27 toes. He is disobedient.
I love people. They are quirky and strange. Hence, the anthropology degree.
I believe I am allowed to use words like "natch" and spellings like "nao" because I know the rules in the first place. But I promise never to overdo it.
I am a weakling. I like bones (I have also been known to lick them). I am a wimp in the cold. I like the color green. I have too many inside jokes to be healthy (some of them are with myself: awkward).
That's enough of that.