I usually save the hip lingo for embarrassing my children in public but my oldest daughter, Brittney has requested that I list some of the random weirdness that I have probably kept well hidden for all of these years. Many of the things that she listed I also do (not the imaginary pony riding....thank goodness) genetics being what they are. But I will try to come up with something individual to myself.
Long finger nails on guys creeps me out. I find myself staring into their eyes wondering "Do you own nail clippers? " "Are you an axe murder?" "How does your wife/girlfriend put up with you touching her with those" Great now I am grossed out just thinking about it.
I can't talk about animals and eat at the same time. It makes me queasy. I guess I have cleaned up too many pet messes in my life.
I like to drive fast but don't. I would love to drag race. That is why I drive a mini-van. My kids would have to start a bail Mom out of the pokey fund, if I drove something I think is cool. For those of you too young to know the "pokey" is jail.
I don't like to cook. I never did but I became pretty good at somethings because I used to love to eat way too much (well I still really love to eat but after losing 70 pounds I have to fight that).
I guess that is enough self revalation. A girl has to preserve some of her mystery and that is probably more than you really want to know anyway.
I had forgotten how much work kittens are. We adopted two little ones this week. They are both supposed to go to Brittney's new house, but...... well Jack and I are scheming to keep the puffy gray one we call " Ashes". Shhh ... Dad might hear. The striped one is full of energy. She reminds me of a cat Brittney had a few years ago named Tabby. I am calling her Cinders for now. She is a food thief and can climb everywhere. They are very well socialized except when they eat together. Then there is much growling and ear scratching. 
Morgan of course loves the kitties.
Jack is still not sure. He is learning to play with them . 
