Here's some other things about me that I might use - or you can. Go ahead, take them, I don't mind. Or mix them with your own, make a million dollars, and let me know (it'll make me feel better, trust me).
Growing up, my younger sister and I didn't get along. On family vacations, we weren't allowed to ride in the same car. I once kicked her so hard (in a swimming pool, no less), I broke two toes. Hey, she was annoying me!!
I have a story about my childhood rabbit, but fear either PETA or the ASPCA or whatever exists in virtual pet-dom would get really, really mad at me if I told the whole thing. Suffice to say I was busy, didn't do chores, and my sister had the same problem. Several days in a row. Poor bunny.
When I was a senior in high school, I went on a date with a guy I worked with who was a couple years older than me. We went to his apartment, where he kept playing songs involving words like "I used to love her, but I had to kill her." Date over (yes, I cried and felt bad for weeks. dumb boys.)
Last year, my husband and I decided to do a "date night" once a week. Since he works weekend nights, this means we go out after I get home on Tuesday nights (our only free night) and get home by 9:00 bedtime for the kids. This could make for a boring book...
...except that a lot of Tuesdays, we go play Texas Hold 'Em poker tournaments in the backroom of a nearby bar. I'm actually pretty good at it (don't expect to see me on any TV tournaments, but I hold my own around here). The games usually attract 9-20 people (2-3 women in the group) and they are a super-fun, super-high-energy crowd. Plus, they
I went to more bars in the year before I was legal than I have in the 14 years since (I'm rounding, but close). Yes, I did graduate college. It's a bit hazy, but I have the diploma to prove it (hehe).
My master's is in non-profit management. Yes, I paid $15,000 to have someone teach me how not to make money. I got straight-A's.
Okay, that's it folks. Use it for good, not evil. And add lovely, weird,