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I am honored to have been tagged by the lovely Melinda and the lovely Shannon for a meme. This comes at a perfect time, when I am a too frazzled to come up with an original, organized post. Thus, I have the pleasure of sharing with you 8 random facts/habits about myself, and I’m stretching myself by keeping this list to things I haven’t already discussed at length.

1) Milk revolts me in a big way. I drank it as a very small child, and then must have been inadvertently been given some sour milk (or something), because from one day to the next I stopped drinking it entirely. When I was a kid, I got all flustered at other kids’ houses when the parents would pour milk with dinner and I had to ask for water or juice. Even now, I can’t even think about drinking it, it just seems so disgusting. I like milk in coffee, and I love dairy products in general, but milk straight-up? No way.

2) I was raised with paranoia about clogs. Not the kind you wear, but the kind that stop up drains. My dad got all frantic about our garbage disposal, and couldn’t accept that we were meant to put scraps and peelings in there. Same goes for toilet paper. I remain totally paranoid about clogs and thus have become an abashed multi-flusher.

3) I am wicked superstitious. If I spill the tiniest bit of salt, a pinch goes over my shoulder. You won’t see me walking under a ladder or opening an umbrella indoors, and I say “rabbit rabbit” before saying anything else on the first day of every month, because obviously that brings luck.

4) I have the nose of a bloodhound. I can detect the scent of smoke even days after a cigarette. When I was growing up, I’d put towels under my bedroom door to keep out cooking odors. In college, I had a special outfit I wore only in the dining room, because I hated how the food smells permeated my clothes.

5) I think in words. So it matters to me if you’re telling me about Ann or Anne; Lee or Leigh. A friend has a cat, and for years I assumed he had the cool name of Night. I recently discovered that he’s actually called Knight, and this completely flummoxed me. (I’m actually not sure that Knight is still alive, but you get the point).

6) I have an uncannily strong memory. I can’t remember numbers, addresses, statistics, or any really useful information; but I will remember the names of your nieces and nephews, and your birthday, and I will remember that when you were in a wedding seven years ago, you stayed with the best man’s apartment, and he only owned one set of sheets. If you tell me some detailed anecdote, I will stash it in my consciousness, and I’ll bring it up after you have forgotten about it, which may creep you out.

7) I like my drinking water tepid (no ice). But I like coffee, soup, and bathwater to be really hot.

8) I have absolutely no sense of direction. I can’t reverse driving/walking directions—if I go somewhere, the way back is just as mysterious as the way there. And I need directions to be written down in words. Maps are useless to me.

OK. This meme has gone around quite a bit by now, so I’m tagging Tamara and new blogger Georgie Girl, with the caveat that they may have already done this one.

Posted by Dori at 11:04 AM