Emily at Blithe and Blonde passed some honest scrap on to me… Thank you much!
I hate veins. Veins make me sick to my stomache. I’d be much happier and less grossed out if we had thicker skin so I wouldn’t have to see those blue lines. And don’t get me started on varicose veins or I may pass out. For real.
I like to drink my Coke with chocolate syrup in it.
I believe in ghosts and I’m afraid of closets at the ends of hallways. When I walk by a closet my legs get that itchy twitchy feeling and I HAVE to run away. Even at 30.
I love those ’80s movies…Footloose, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club. They’re classics. I wonder about people who don’t love them, or at least enjoy them. And I feel positively ancient when I meet someone who hasn’t seen them or even heard of them.
I enjoy doing the machine (click here to see). The problem is that I end up in a swimming pool with my clothes on after drinking those. Todd, are you reading this?
I would love to time travel. When I was younger I spent much time trying to figure out how to do it. Time has to go somewhere, right? Since I can’t do time travel I spend time thinking about where/when I’d go to, what I’d bring (I only give myself one item) and usually obsess on how I’d make it back there/then.
I don’t have a favorite anything. Not even color…pink, red, blue – it all depends on my mood. I’m too indecisive to pick out just one thing in anything.
You know me and the rule of 3…the three are Holli, Jo, and Thauna. Give us your honest scrap chicks.