I have to go in and out of the same door.
My husband thinks I have greenish eyes.
I love traditions.
I buy too many books.
I buy too many dishes.
I buy lots of clothes.
I have to buy things in groups of three.
I read only one book at time.
I hate audio.
I love a fork filled with cold twirly pasta.
I can’t go to up to bed unless the family room is neat.
I prep for dinner as though I am on Top Chef.
I love lounging.
I fear losing things in hotel rooms.
I hate to fly.
I hate leaving Lucy.
I might like martinis but I am an infrequent drinker.
I love lipsticks, stains, tints and glosses.
I put Vaseline on my eyelashes…my mom taught me this…only when I am not going anywhere…it keeps them nice.
I love reading while watching tv.
I am obsessed with Dance Moms.
I hate when food touches on a plate…I actually own divided cafeteria plates from Crate and Barrel.
I can only eat a peanut butter sandwich without a top…my sister is this way too…we blame our mom.
I often carry a wet soapy washcloth in a Baggie in my purse…again…I blame my mom.
I hate sweet cereal.
I can only eat granola with Greek yogurt.
I have to put the cream in my coffee cup first or it doesn’t taste as good.
I am an awesome arranger but a lousy cleaner.
I still wear a retainer.
I wore braces twice.
I crave fish sandwiches after Ash Wednesday…commercials?
I yearn to play the piano.
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