1. I've become a germ-a-phobe. I can not touch public door handles or buttons. I will use my shirt to open doors and use the knuckle of my middle finger to press buttons for the elevator or ATM or whatever. Some days are worse than others. On the bad days I wish I had rubber gloves to wear. Especially if I have to push a grocery cart or carry a basket. Yuck. I wish it wouldn't be weird to wear gloves all the time. You know, like in the old days. Dainty white gloves. Maybe I'm almost to the point where I don't care if it's weird. Hmmm. I think I'll be on the look-out for the perfect pair.
2. I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about/looking at fabric. And if I have spending money, it almost always gets spent buying fabric online.
3. I also spend a lot of time day-dreaming about traveling. I NEED to go to every place possible. I get irrationally pissed off if someone I know goes some place I haven't been before. I take it as a personal offense.
4. I hate raisins. I will go out of my way to pick them out of things. I think I'm pretty not-picky about food and eat pretty much everything. But I just have to draw the line when it comes to raisins. Unless they're chocolate covered. What can I say?
5. I love birds. Not necessarily real-life birds, unless from a distance (as with all animals), but pretty much anything with a bird likeness on it must immediately find it's way into my possession.
6. I am a list-maker. I love lists. Written out with a pen onto lined paper. So good.
7. One of my favorite smells in the world is a dusty garage. I wish I had a garage just so I could sit in it and smell it. And the craving for that smell has intensified with being pregnant. The thought of a garage or hot, wet cement after a summer rainstorm drives me crazy. I want to lick some rocks.
I'll tag Lisa. She's the only other person I know reads this blog who also has a blog. So there you go.
