Damn you Diane for tagging me with this meme. I hate meme’s. I hate tagging others with meme’s (sorry to you 5 who I will tag at the end of this.)
5 Weird Habits I have:
1. Diane said in her meme that she wears slipper socks all the time, even in the summer. It’s funny how she and I can be so alike and yet so different. I prefer bare feet when I’m in the house, even in the winter. My husband is always saying to me: “You damned hillbilly, get some shoes on.” I don’t know why I like being barefoot, I just do. I’m not so much a hillbilly that I would actually GO anywhere without shoes, but when I’m home there’s normally nothing on my feet. Sometimes in the winter if it’s cold in the house I’ll wear socks to bed, but within half an hour I’m pulling them off… with my toes…. which brings me to….
2. I sometimes use my toes like fingers to pick things up. If I’m walking through the house and happen to pass something on the floor that shouldn’t be there, say a pencil, rather than taking the trouble to bend down and pick it up, I’ll just grab it between my first and second toe and lift my foot up to meet my hand. I then put it wherever it belongs. I’ve also been known to turn off light switches with my feet just to show that, yes, I am still very limber in my old age.
3. When I return home from anywhere I’ve been, as soon as I step in the door I simply must remove my bra. Unlike Diane, I do at least wear one when I go somewhere, otherwise somebody might get hurt. But the minute I get home it has GOT to come off. I can’t be bothered to actually remove my shirt to take the bra off though, I just reach under and unhook it, then reach through one sleeve and pull the shoulder strap off, then reach through the other sleeve and pull the entire bra through and off. I thought I would have trouble coming up with 5 weird things about me, but so far it’s easy.
4. I can’t go to sleep without popping all my knuckles first. Fingers and toes. Also my neck. Two knuckles in each finger, that’s 20 pops in the hands alone.
5. Everytime I buy groceries, without adding it up or even estimating it as I go along, I try to guess what the total will be while I’m in line. I just look at the cart of food, say the first figure that comes into my mind, and I’m almost always right within one dollar. My husband encourages this habit by asking me everytime he comes home with bags of groceries, “How Much?”
Now, who shall I tag? Hmmmm how about….
Dragonlady
MacBro
David
Rachael
Boris