idiotsynchronicity

Alrightie then...it looks like I've been meme-tagged by the lovely and boobalicious Marcia. The subject is: Write down 5 of your own idiosyncrasies. My first thought was---ONLY FIVE? So let's give this a shot and see what we can come up with:

#1: Whenever sitting or lying down, my feet are usually moving. You know, like when a baby is sitting in a car seat, and their little square Flintstone feet are moving around? Yep, that's me. I never really noticed it until one night in bed my husband suddenly shouted, "FOR GOD'S SAKE, WOULD YOU STOP MOVING YOUR #$@!! FEET AND GO TO SLEEP?" Ah, young love. Kinda brings a tear to your eye, don't it?

#2: If I see a clothing tag sticking up out of someone's collar, I have to tuck it in. Okay, so I don't always know the person whose collar said tag is peeking up out of. Or maybe it's not a tag, but winds up being the top corner of a big tattoo on the back of the unsuspecting soul. True story. Mortified? Oh yeah. Did I stop tag-tucking? Heck, no!

#3: Whenever I hear the 'pop' of a soda or beer can being opened, I say aloud, "ahhhhhh." Hey, it's the sound of refreshment, okay?

#4: Dead air drives me crazy. If I'm in a meeting or presentation, and there is a more-than-awkward bout of silence, I tend to say something---anything---to break it. Did I mention that I'm no longer in management?

#5: Riding on public transportation is always interesting. If it isn't, whenever the bus stops to pick up some riders, I sing (in my head) "Another one rides the bus-AH! And another comes on, and another comes on---another one rides the bus! Hey---he's gonna sit by you, another one rides the BUS!" This always causes me to grin like a cheshire cat, and giggle to myself, which usually keeps him from sittin' by me.

Okay now you know way too much about me. So that you forget these oddballities, let's find out about someone else now---Sandy? Mary Beth? Susan? Lithium? What funkydoodleness are you guys willing to admit to?