I make funny humming noises when I sleep. It's inevitable.
I still bite my fingers nails a little when I am nervous or bored. Don't tell my husband. I stopped when we got engaged and I have been SO much better lately! But sometimes I slip up ::insert sheepish grin here::
I love being with people. It doesn't really matter what I'm doing, as long as I'm doing it with someone.
I talk to myself
all the time. Sometimes at work, when I'm reading an email, I will have a conversation with the email as if the sender was right there with me. This often confuses my coworkers who think I'm talking to them.
My toenails are always painted. Period.
My favorite number is 13. And I absolutely love Friday the 13th. My birthday is October 11th and I always loved when I could throw a birthday party on Friday the 13th. I would include every superstition I could think of - putting a ladder in front of the door, black cats, broken mirrors, you name it. I love it all.
If I'm not wearing earrings, I feel naked and incomplete all day long.
I listen to one CD over and over again for months, until I'm finally sick of it. CD of choice this month - Mormon Tabernacle Choir's "Showtime." It's awesome!
I am a chronic over-reactor. Ask my husband, he knows. If things go a little differently than I always expected, you can expect an overreaction from me. I'm working on it...slowly.
I am an obsessive snuggler. I love snuggling!! Anytime, anywhere...
I require a blanket when watching a movie. Doesn't really matter how hot it is.
I automatically love anything with Gregory Peck in it.
When I am thinking I twist my hair in my hand and tie a knot. Then I undo it and do it over again.
I only eat homemade Italian dressing and homemade maple syrup.
I save all my leftovers {even though I don't eat them all the time.
I am a country music girl all the way.
For my entire dating life, my door scenes have all crashed and burned. That is, until I went on my first date with my now husband. That was a great door scene. Except for the fact that it was Halloween and a girl dressed up as something like Pippi Longstocking was huddled under the stairs crying. That was a little awkward....
Well that was a fun exercise! Thanks Linds for the idea. I think I'm going to make my husband do it now!