My list...

My friend Amy just posted a list of, shoot, I think it was 6, random facts about herself, and I really enjoyed recognizing and learning those things in her. So here's my list:

1. My number one paranoia is my scent; I buy prescription-strength deodorant, I wear body spray or perfume everyday, and I almost always have gum or mints with me.

2. I really don't like pecans or walnuts; I like pretty much every other kind of nuts, but these two can quickly ruin a perfectly good cookie, brownie, or chocolate for me. I don't know, I'd like to say it's just a texture thing, but I really don't like the taste either.

3. That being said, I learned as a kid from my very tactful and helpful-in-all-social-situations parents, to always eat what was put in front of you. And especially after spending time in a third-world country, I will always gratefully eat anything in front of me. Though I've started to learn to be honest with my dear husband who loves to experiment in the kitchen, I am unable to tell pretty much anyone else if I do not like what I am eating, please don't use this information against me...

4. Unlike my dear friend Amy, my favorite days are rainy, (ironic because I really don't like to be wet) giving me the excuse to stay inside, curl up with a cup of anything hot, and read a book or watch a movie; I find these days few and far between because of #5...

5. I recently learned about one of my sisters and have identified in myself that my main motivating factor/emotion in most situations is guilt. I don't like to clean or organize, but I feel guilty when Mike comes home to a messy home, thus I skip my rainy, snuggle day. I hate, yes, hate working out, but I feel guilty about what I eat and not using my perfectly good, healthy body, so I will go for a run-walk today; sorry, my gorgeous health coach, the real reason.

6. I sometimes envy my cats. I mean really, how great would it be to sleep 18 hours a day, have food and water miraculously appear, lay in the sun and bask with no obligations? Maybe play with a loofa every now and again... (Sally's favorite toy, I know, she's quirky.)

Not for the faint of heart...

So this story is a little gross, but really quite amusing so I can't help myself. Let me tell you a little bedtime story about our beloved cat, Hoover, er Roomba, er Charlie. Now I wasn't actually there to witness this, this is second hand thru Mike, though I have witnessed similar occurrences. This afternoon, after getting off work, Mike snuggled in for a nap. He started to hear the oh-so-familiar wretches of our cat chucking up a furball. I don't know what it is about our cats and vomiting, but they are boarder-line bulemic, I swear. They especially enjoy using this endearing characteristic as retaliation when we leave them for a few days; usually the puke-to-days-gone ratio is quite close to, if not higher than, 1. So Charlie is chucking, he vomits; Mike decides it's not worth getting out of bed, that he'll clean it up when he wakes from his nap. He then witnesses Charlie reingest his pile of puke, and sort of pull a nearby washcloth from a pile of laundry to cover his remnant indiscretion. I think he did this in manner of covering bowel movements with kitty litter in the box, but regardless, he did an excellent job masking his little regurgitation incident. Mike chuckled, and snoozed off. Later, Charlie also "clean up" a Sally indiscretion... Ew, but very handy in that we use lots less spot-shot.