Quirky Me

I've been tagged!  Wow, this is a new one for me.  I've never been tagged in the blogging world before...  My first thought after discovering the lovely Jeri had tagged me was "Oh crap.  Now I gotta think of something smart and witty to say."

So, here you go, my attempt at being smart and witty and not the least bit dull while fulfilling a tag assignment:

6 Quirks About You

Rules

1: Link to the person that tagged you 

2: Post the rules on your blog

3: Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself

4: Tag at least 3 people at the end of your post and link to their blogs

5: Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

6: Let the fun begin!

Here goes....

1.  I do not start the day without coffee.  This habit is due to my lovely husband who spent the better part of 3 years following college living in Europe which is well known for creating coffee connoisseurs.   Although I blame my morning addiction on him, the fact is however, that I am a complete crab and pain in the youknowwhat until I get my "fix" which leads me to believe that I would have discovered this vice on my own at some point without his help anyway.  My husband and I were meant to be, as he is also a complete pain until he gets his morning coffee as well.  In fact, at one point, early on in our marriage, we agreed that nothing "counted" until we had had our coffee - in an effort to give ourselves a "get out of jail free" card with each other.  And it's worked.  I swear it has been the key to a happy marriage!

2.  I don't mind that our princesses still get in bed with us at night, even though I might say I do.  My husband and I talk a big talk with each other about getting the girls to stay all night in their beds and we even come up with rewards and what not.  But when it comes down to it, neither of us ever follow through.  If I wake up in the middle of the night and one of them is lying between us, I'm more likely to snuggle up to my baby than force her back to her bed.  Something about how peaceful and sweet and nearly angelic they can be while asleep... makes me want to bottle it up and keep it forever.  They're only little for so long...

3.  I hate folding laundry.  Hate, hate, hate it.  So much so I have to force myself to finish one load to completion (meaning washing, drying, folding AND putting away), before I can start the next one.  Otherwise we will have a mountain of clean (wrinkled) clothes in our living room that we pull out of everyday to get dressed.  In fact, at this very moment I have one such mountain staring at me as it has for the past two days.  Husband and I just keep walking past it.  I suppose it won't fold itself, huh?

4.  I have a hard time reading books all the way through without skipping ahead to see what happens.  I'm not sure when this bad habit started, but probably at some point while I was suffering through AP English and frantically trying to get all the reading assignments done.  Mrs. Ward would probably retract my "B" if she knew about my skimming.  I got REEEALLLY good at picking out the important stuff.

5.  I get most annoyed by the sound of someone crunching ice.  My husband is the worst and he's passed this lovely trait on to Princess #1.  Seriously, the sound of ice cubes scraping and grinding over teeth makes my skin crawl.  It's crawling right now just thinking of it.

6.  I don't make my bed.  There, I said it.  Good thing my mom doesn't read this.

Alrighty, there you have it.  Now, who shall I torture?  Beth, Shannon, and Kari, you're it!  Have fun!