I only have one wisdom tooth. I always forget exactly where it is so I guess my dentist thinks I have some sort of memory problem since I ask every time I go in. I remember that it’s on the bottom, but that’s all I got. Do you know how many you have? Am I the only freak who has less than four?
Here is an actual conversation I had on the phone with my mom once:
Mom: “I made monkey balls!”
Me: “Do you mean monkey bread?”
Mom: “Oh. Yeah. That.”
Me: “Well? Was it delicious?”
Mom: “I don’t want to think about it now.”
I have an unhealthy love of journals. Well, any paper product really. I mean I have so many blank journals I could open a small shop. Why? If I wrote everyday I couldn’t fill them all up before I die. Yet, I still want to buy more. Every time I see one I just get all happy and giggly and I can’t help myself. *Sigh* I feel the same about note cards. I am a freak. A freak with one wisdom tooth.
I have an unhealthy love of pens. Oh, wait…probably should stop at one unhealthy thing per blog post.
I had a dream last night that I was in a Kung Fu war with cast of The Big Bang Theory. Is that odd? I don’t know Kung Fu, although I kinda wish I did because it was awesome in my dream. I mean I was really, really good at it. I’m totally looking up places I can take Kung Fu. First thing tomorrow. HI-YAH!
I’ve decided to try out being vegan. I’m going to start by doing it every Monday. I would have just dived in but I think I need to do a trial run once a week first. It’s going to be a learning curve for me. Plus, I’m going to have to ease into giving up bread. I live on bread. I love bread. And pasta. And lots of things with eggs in. But I did it for a couple of days and it was great! Of course, the first thing I had the day after was pasta and bread, but…I did it for two days!
Okay. I’m going to stop there. This is long enough for a post with no pictures.