I thought it would be fun to re-visit and add some new ones:I am only 4’11.
I pee in front of my husband (and even a handful of close friends).
When I was a kid, nothing seemed more exciting then bagging my own groceries–not so much today.
Beauty secrets: Crest white strips, lip gloss and dirty hair.
I have never made pancakes.
I leave a fork in my leftovers in the fridge so that I can sneak bites throughout the day–and sometimes middle of the night.
I always have at least 4 or more loads of laundry waiting to be washed.
I have a rare condition called diabetes insipidus, which means I drink over 3 gallons of water a day.
I went to the same college as the Pioneer Woman, which I use to justify “blogging” as a real job when people ask.
I have no idea how to fold a fitted sheet.
My dryer doubles as my iron.
Vacuum lines on the carpet make me happy.
I LOVE Country Crock (Ben calls is Peasant Butter and refuses to eat it).
Speaking of which, I call the place where I buy groceries “the market”–which some people think is weird. What do you call it?
I can’t enjoy store bought salsa.
Paper cuts make me want to faint.
When I was a kid, I couldn’t let that little line on my sock come near my toes or I would panic. And today, I ONLY wear socks when I’m working out (which since having Sawyer is never).
I can’t go to bed without putting lotion on my feet first.
I’ve tried to quit drinking diet cherry Pepsi–and failed, 3 times.
I still have every CD I have ever owned, although I don’t own a CD player (and I have yet to burn them to my computer).
I tell people I’m allergic to cats–but really I just don’t like them (sorry cat lovers).They do make my eyes itch, but its not as if I go into anaphylactic shock or anything.
I eat peanut butter on a spoon with whipped cream.
I have worn the same size shoe since I was 12 years old–3.5 kids, 5 adults.
If I find out I have hurt someones feelings, I become consumed until I get the chance to apologize.
I sucked my thumb until I was 11.
I have never broken a bone.
My favorite part about getting a pedicure is catching up on gossip magazines (which is why I don’t get manicures–so I can flip through the pages).
You will never see me in a self-check-out line at the store.
I wear a baseball hat at least 3 days a week.Your turn. Three things. Ready, go!
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