Today, I seem to be keeping the baby-induced-narcolepsy at bay, so I am participating in Mama Kat’s writer’s workshop.
The prompt is: “What are three things we would love to know about you?”
Well, I am not actually sure what you would love to know about me. I am assuming: EVERYTHING.
So, here are just three random facts that came to me:
1) I have a secret fear of elevators. If I don’t have stroller/kid, I will take the stairs every time.
It is secret, because I never say anything or act differently once I am on an elevator, my heart just pounds a little, and my palms get a little damp. And inside I’m saying, “Oh please Lord, let me make it to the top!”
I think it is because I have a reoccurring dream that I am falling in an elevator. Like the cables break, and suddenly I fall to my doom. Yep, insta-palm-sweat.
2) I like cherries and cherry snow-cones, but all other cherry flavored things are gross to me. Have you noticed that the fake cherry flavor tastes NOTHING like a real cherry? They should really work on that.
3) I hate getting woken up. And I don’t mean in the middle of the night- I mean EVER. If somebody wakes me up, even if they do it gently (my mom used to rip open the blinds and sing a horrible “Good Morning” song. Not so gentle.) I feel a slight surge of hatred for them.
The only thing that I don’t hate getting woken up by is my alarm. And sometimes Joseph. But mostly my alarm.
So, there you have it- were you riveted?
Oh, and a bonus fact: I have typed this entire post with a fudgecicle held in my mouth. My tongue is numb, my teeth hurt, but I am happy.