I have to put chapstick on before I go to sleep. I seriously cannot fall asleep unless my lips are coated. I prefer Burt’s Bees, but anything would do at that point.
My top braces got ripped off by a blanket the summer before my freshman year of high school. The ortho decided to not put them back on and instead correct them with a retainer for the final months. Now, my teeth don’t line up perfectly, but I have a funny story to tell!
I have always been claustrophobic, but as I have gotten older it has gotten extremely worse. Case in point: the other day Chris and I were driving down the highway and I saw three people in the back seat of an extended cab truck (ya know the truck that has a back seat, but only two real doors?). I started to breathe heavy and explained to Chris that I was having anxiety thinking about how those people would escape if something happened. Terrible, right? I won’t even mention when I started crying at the Eric Church concert. I was claustrophobic because we were in the very middle of the row and I didn’t have easy access to the edge. Whewwww…I’m getting anxious just thinking about this! Moving on!
I really want another dog, but Chris and I don’t think it is fair to Wrigley and Bailey. They need all our attention right now. And by the looks of our backyard, another dog might aide in the attempt at digging to China!
I would live in NYC in a heartbeat. By far my favorite city. The constant hustle and bustle is such a rush and anything you want to do is at your fingertips. Chris on the other hand would not be caught dead taking an elevator to his “house” and sharing a bus with thousands of other people that have “germs.” Yes, he is the person who carries around hand-san all. the. time. Me, well I live by the 5 second rule…but depending on the food, 10 seconds is always debatable.
Now y'all probably think I am a weirdo. Go ahead, unfollow me. I'll hide my eyes and pretend to not see ;)