At first I found it really difficult to think of six weird things about me. It's not that I don't think I'm weird. I feel weird much of the time but it's very difficult to separate out actual weird things. I don't even think these things are in themselves weird, idiosyncratic maybe, but not weird. So does that make me a freak?
- I only wear flannellette shirts is summer and autumn. Perfect over a singlet or t-shirt when it's a bit nippy at night. But I don't like them with a jumper over the top, so I stop wearing them once jumper weather settles in. I bought several flannies when I was pregnant. They were great for breast feeding and slopping around the house covered in baby spew. I always feel a bit self conscious when I wear them out, like to the supermarket, because I don't quite carry the wearing of said flanny as an alternative subset of cool. And you never know who you'll meet at the supermarket.
- No matter what we eat at night, I tend to serve it bowls. Because we eat in front of the telly more often than not. I keep resolving to change this but probably never will. I blame my parents. Grace will be able to blame me, when she's a grown up and doesn't want to eat her tofu watching telly while the world falls apart.
- I have sometimes dubious tastes in childrens books. This is one of my favourite domestic scenes from a book floating around the study floor this week.(Me and My Big Surprise, story by Denise Burt, Photography by Haworth Bartram, Childerset, Autralia 1982) We have a K-mart sourced copy of that toaster.
- This shits G no end, but I must lie awake in bed for a full half hour before getting up. Stretching, snoozing, thinking and delaying the inevitable. So If I have to leave at 8.30am, that means setting the alarm for 6.30am. Any later and I wouldn't have time to eat my breakfast, make my lunch, chat with Grace, read some of my novel, check my internets, have a poo and shower before scurrying off to serve the public at work.
- I am quite obsessed with being regular. Because awful things happen if you aren't. I won't go into details, there are others I can have that conversation with. I'm quite proud that I said poo on the internet (and not in relation to a baby). Heehe, smirk. Freak.
- I can wiggle the toes on my right foot from side to side. I'm doing it now. Gross.
There, that was pretty easy. I could think of many more I'm sure. I'm not going to do h&bs other meme, the one about five things I 've never revealed on my blog. Honestly I can't think of anything I haven't already said or will say one day if the context presents. That I would say in my blog. If you know what I mean.
So who am I going to tag? Rachel, Kerryn, Kel, if you're interested. If it doesn't appeal, don't. I won't be fussed.