7 Things (Um, again.) (So sorry.)

I keep trying to dodge this tag, but you all are relentless. ;) So I am officially caving to peer pressure, mostly so I don't have to keep writing back in people's comments sections about how I've done the 7 Things Meme a jillion times before and am a genuinely uncompelling person who probably should never have been tagged with this in the first place, let alone a jillion times.

Ok, so...the disclaimer:
I have already posted every remotely interesting fact about me, my family members, and the guy down the street's cousin's dentist's wife's best friend from third grade. I am writing on fumes, here. So if you keel over from toxic levels of boredom, please blame Brooke, Wendy, and/or Lynn. :)



Here we go. Seven Things.

(At this very moment, truly, I have no idea what seven things I am about to tell you. I am just as curious as you are to find out what they might be.)

Number one. Hmmmn.
I secretly like airline food. Well, mostly just the Biscoff biscuit-style cookies served on Delta planes. My uncle mailed me several leftover Biscoffs from his recent flights, to indulge my weirdness.

Number two.
The sock episode is one of my favorite memories.

Number three.
Gloria Owens, who we do not know, who we are not related to, and who definitely does not reside at our house, gets more phone calls than all six people who do reside here put together. She owes somebody a LOT of money, apparently, and many an attorney is trying to locate her. Gloria, if you are reading this, you may want to assume an alias and move to Bhutan.

Number four. (This is going better than expected.) (As you can tell, I had very low expectations.)
I am morally opposed to manicures and pedicures. If ever I arrive home with freshly buffed nails, you will know it is time to call the nice people in white coats to come fetch me.

Number five.
I have run out of things to tell you.

Number six.
No really. Why are you still reading this?

Number seven.
Oh wait, I thought of something. Last year at this time I was in London, asking unsuspecting British people if they carry treacle tarts and butterbeer. It turns out not everything in Harry Potter is actually real. Who knew?












Hope your Friday gets exponentially more exciting from here on out. :)