While folding endless bills this afternoon I had plenty of time to reflect on some of my oddest of odd traits – some that have been pointed out to me, and some that annoy me more and more over the years.
1. I have this habit of saying “nuh-uh” after saying “nope”. I don’t do it after I say “no” or “no way” or “hell no”. Just “nope”. So it ends up sounding like “nope, nuh-uh” and I come off as if I’m addressing a little kid or a bad squirrel or something. I don’t know why I do this – I just do.
2. Apparently (according to my family and friends) I have a plethora of snores. My sister, Candace, has informed me that she has started to catelog my snores. I feel bad for her, because I keep dragging her to my apartment to spend the weekend with me and I subject her to the snoring. Actually, there’s a kind of funny story related to my snoring.
So, without opening my eyes, I asked, “what is going on?”. To which my mom replies, “Coffee’s done!”. My parents are nuts.
Upon further questioning it was revealed that they had discovered a snore that resembles a coffee perculator. Lovely.
3. I forget things – all the time. Recently my friends and family had a great laugh at me because I had not forgotten to put oil in my car (by the way, an oil light is RED, the check engine light is ORANGE. Dad drove all the way out to check out my oil only to find that the oil light wasn’t on), but I had FORGOTTEN TO PUT THE CAP BACK ON AFTER FILLING THE OIL. I’m an idiot. Seriously. There is a rhyme and reason to my forgetfulness, however. I daydream, a lot. In fact, when daydreaming once when I was a little girl, about 10 years old and making a cake for my mother’s birthday (a Williamsburg Orange Cake), I forgot how many cups of sugar I’d put into the frosting. Of course at that point it didn’t matter, as I had yet to discover that granulated sugar was NOT powdered sugar.
4. After 8 months of recovering, I still am in love with a boy I never met. I’ll let you know if it changes after 12 months.