Unfortunately, Feral Mom tagged us for 8 Random Things About You. Since we recently did it with only 7 things, I'm low on things. Also, it was unfair to raise the bar by 14%, so you can have...three. Maybe I'll think of 5 more later. Or maybe Kwachie has 5 she'd like to throw in. Here are my three:
1. When I was a teenager I got in a car wreck that threw me out onto the pavement on my face. Among various other owies, I knocked out one of my front teeth. I had a crown put on it, and that lasted until I was 30-ish, until I knocked the same damn tooth out at a fire. After that, I didn't want to look like toothless white trash (I prefer the more classy look of white trash with teeth.), but I could only afford a temporary crown. I've had this "temporary" crown now for 14 years. It falls out at regular intervals, but I glue it back in with Super Glue and it lasts another 6 months or so. I'm hoping to continue doing this until I die.
2. Along that same vein...I hate change. So I own 4 identical pairs of faux-Carhartt pants, and about 10 identical shirts in various colors. I rotate them all, but I'm pretty sure my coworkers think I only own one pair of pants.
Although I've met a lot of people online that I really like, I only have a strong desire to meet Cedar and Marl, because I suspect neither one of them would be likely to be off put by my social ineptitude. I'm not exactly sure why I think this. Kwachie, however, has fabulous social skills and would be a pleasure for anyone to meet.
Clearly, she doesn't love me for my fabulous fashion sense OR my social grace. It must be the tooth.