I have a crippling addiction to lip balm.
I prefer biscuits to English muffins. I love the smell of citrus fruits. I don’t think there’s such a thing as “too many” pairs of socks. I struggle daily to remember to water my plants, but have no problem remembering birthdays (including family members’ dogs’ birthdays). I am a huge fan of the Oxford comma.
I am terrible at watercolor painting. I have pretty decent handwriting unless I’m in a hurry. I love grocery shopping and don’t mind waiting in a long line to check out.
I talk to strangers in hallways, bathrooms, elevators, and in line at the post office.
I have resisted learning how to play chess because I’m afraid I will be so terrible at it that my self esteem will be forever crushed. I am very good at Pictionary, both as a guesser and as a draw-er. I was happy when Arthur Chu finally lost on Jeopardy.
Unless there is something really exciting happening, I have a hard time staying up past 10:30. I love road trips and audio books. I mix limeade with my beer. If I start to read a book I have to finish it, even if it is terrible.