I'm stupid when it comes to music, I can't tell you song titles or who it's by, but I know when I like it. I do have a tendency to sing and seat dance in the car with the radio blaring.
Sometimes I feel like such a country girl when it comes to food. I'm a fan of red meat and potatoes, catfish, homemade chicken and noodles, fried chicken and mashed potatoes. I rate restaurants based on their bread. If given the choice between Mexican and Italian, I'm gonna go with the pasta. Hooray for carbs!
access to the internet
laughter and snorting
my bed and high thread count sheets
What I'd like to do with my house if only I could win the lottery, starting with the kitchen and then on to the bathroom.
What the heck I'm going to do if that half a tree finishes its fall to Earth and lands on my gas meter.
Currently wondering how the heck I ever came across as pretentious. I mean, come on, pretentious? I'll accept intimidating, but can not for the life of me wrap my brain around pretentious.
How many times I can use the word pretentious in this space.