1. For the most part, I'm a pretty happy person. But there are some things that make me kind of cranky. Things like rainy weather, long meetings where nothing is accomplished, and the misuse of the word your. As in "your never going to believe this." Makes. Me. Crazy.
2. I'm an emotional disaster. I'm not sad (see #1,duh), I'm just emotionally unstable. I cry when I'm upset or happy or confused or... Yesterday I cried while watching a parade. The high school marching band came by playing "God Bless America" or something and I just couldn't hold back the tears. And then my daughter came down the street. Proud as can be and cartwheeling in front of the huge crowd. And I cried again. So I guess I cried twice while watching a parade yesterday. And this doesn't even faze my husband. He looks at me and asks "are you fussing?" And then pats me on the back in a I'm-trying-to-be-supportive-but-I-think-you're-crazy sort of way. Someone better warn him that the end of kindergarten is just around the corner. You know how well I'll handle that.
3. I used to dress cute. But I gave up being cute for being comfortable a few years ago and I am so much happier. It probably started when I was pregnant. I grew out of maternity clothes about 4 weeks in so I had to settle for things like sweats and Robbie's clothes and I really never looked back. Don't judge.
4. I'm kind of a worse case scenario person. You've heard the saying "prepare for the worst and hope for the best"? That's me. When Robbie is later than I expect him to be, I get a little panicky. When he doesn't answer the phone, I start writing his eulogy. Not on paper, just in my head. Sometimes I cry. (See #2). The good news is that I have never had to use it. If my period is more than 45 minutes from the exact moment that I expect it, I start making a list of baby names. Haven't actually needed those either. Thank goodness. I recently self diagnosed myself with bone cancer and/or fibromyalgia only to find out that I just needed a massage. Phew. The upside of living like this is that I am always pleasantly surprised when it turns out my husband is alive and that I'm not knocked up. Or dying.
5. Inefficiency is my biggest pet peeve. I'm efficient. I get things done in a timely manner. It's what I do. And people who make things harder than they need to be make me crazy. I have a lot of patience but I save it for children. I have no patience for adults. Especially inefficient ones. So get it together, people.
6. I love laughing. And sunshine. And Diet Coke. And my friends. And reality t.v. And summer. And cookies. And my family. And naps. And Target. Not necessarily in that order.
7. My life is pretty awesome!
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