When I was a kid, I had a doll named Alice. She was 36" tall; basically just a few inches shorter than I was. I used to tell my friends that she was my extremely quiet younger sister.
I was once asked to leave an open-all-night grocery store at 2 am, because I was "surfing" on the suds from the machine they used to clean the floors. (btw, this was NOT at all recently)
When I eat a sandwich, I eat all around the part where my index finger and thumb are holding it, and then throw that bite away. (Apparently, it is an inheritable trait, because my 2 1/2 year old granddaughter does the same thing)
I have a serious phobia regarding doctors, hospitals, medications, and medical procedures; especially ones that involve needles or anesthesia. As the result of my anxiety, I often say things that are wildly inappropriate. ie; to the doctor who had just performed my colonoscopy (without anesthesia because of my fear of meds) "Was it good for you?"
I once drove on the interstate at night for over an hour, without turning on the headlights...wondering why it was so dark.
I once painted one of my ex-husband's toenails red while he was taking a nap. (Overton people, it was NOT Rick)
On Thanksgiving, a few years ago, I went to the ER because I was certain that I was suffering a massive coronary; but instead, it was indigestion from eating six pieces of pie. (I couldn't decide)
And speaking of pie, I once drove over 120 miles round trip, for a piece of coconut cream pie from The Log Cabin, at Exit 143 on I-40, between Nashville and Memphis.
I once caught the kitchen curtains on fire while attempting to fry chicken. (note: never try to put out a grease fire in the sink)
I've dropped my cellphone four times in the toilet, and once in a full-fat cappuccino.
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