…to blog about this morning’s IEP meeting, I will leave you, instead, to ponder this:
I have been asked to reveal six unspectacular quirks about myself by the lovely Sustenance Scout. You can read about her quirky self here, and the rules of the game here. I will likely break those rules by breaking the tag—if you want to play along, by all means join in. I’m just not going to tap you on the shoulder and say, “You’re it!”
- I love light, fun, chick-flick movies (Princess Brides and Runaway Brides and Pretty Women) but I do not love chick-lit. I like my books to weigh me down and break my heart.
- I have to push the shopping cart. I cannot shop, cannot think, cannot process what I need unless I am pushing the cart.
- I am a huge fan of opera music, but I have never been to an opera.
- I do not like it when the shoes match the bag.
- I am afraid of train and subway platforms. And though I used to make a big show of standing too close to the edge, I have since come to realize that standing on the edge of anything is a bad idea.
- I am never quirky—not even in a good or bad way—according to my husband.