Taggy McTaggerson

Ok Heather I'll do that taggy tag thing that you tagged me to do but I won' t tag anyone else in the process...

Rules; 1 Link the person who tagged you. 2 Mention the rules on your blog. 3 Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. 4 Tag 6 other bloggers by linking them.

(Just anyone who read's mine in particular has to do it on their own and then tell me about it on their own)

UNSPECTACULAR QUIRK NUMBER ONE:
I hate the Mustelidae family. They never invite me to dinner. No kidding but only about the dinner part. I am being honest about the hate part. It is a classification of mammals including: Mink, Otter, Ferrett, Sable, Ermine, Wolverine, Badger, Weasel. Skunks were recently classified outside of the Mustelidae family but I still hate them anyway. Mongoose and Meerkats just missed the mark as well, I don't hate Meerkats because I do like the Discovery Channel's "Meerkat Manor" but anyway what I hate about these animals are their short legs/long bodies (creepy) long noses, carniverousity, nocturnal traits, and anal scent glands! yucky. Look how gross:



UNSPECTACULAR QUIRK NUMBER TWO:
Sometimes I eat bullion cubes. Just by themselves. I lick them away I prefer the beef flavor, it has the red shiny wrapper

UNSPECTACULAR QUIRK NUMBER THREE:
I have a hard time keeping my baby toenail on my toe. For some reason I end up ripping it off. I don't know why. There's always blood. Um.... I won't post a picture.

UNSPECTACULAR QUIRK NUMBER FOUR:
If I am too cold at night I will sneak a blow dryer under the covers to blow hot air and warm me up, even if it might be a fire hazard.

UNSPECTACULAR QUIRK NUMBER FIVE:
I have a fear of getting hit by bicycles. I think it's because it's happened to me before. But anytime I'm walking down the street or sidewalk and a bike get's too close I get really nervous and I start to move around. I feel like I'm moving out of the way but I am usually probably creating a bigger problem by stepping into the path they were going to take to miss hitting me. AGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

UNSPECTACULAR QUIRK NUMBER SIX:
I have sore on top of my head (under my hair) that may never heal. I think I've had it for years but it is impossible for me to stop scratching off the scab. GROSS oh well you asked.

THE END

Target and Ivan Pavlov

Ummm, so now that I am pretty sure that no one reads my blog anymore I am going to write something crazy and shocking. I have observed for the past 4 or so years, that every time I go to target I have to poo. (I'll just get it out there at the beginning) I will be walking down the aisles with my red cart looking at all the cute little items and usually it happens pretty suddenly I have to go! I usually end up leaving my cart right in the middle of the aisle and just bolting for the bathroom. Then once I am done and feeling better I go back to my cart and finish the rest of a pleasant shoppoing experience. It doesn't matter how frequently or infrequently I visit Target, it's every time. It doesn't happen at the mall, or the grocery store (pee is another story) or at Walmart or the bookstore, just at Target. I don't know why it happens, simply that it does. Tonight I went in and I DIDN'T use the facilities while I was there. Big mistake. It was almost VERY not pretty on the drive home. I learned my lesson. When the forces of Target are in action I must obey or there will be consequences. I wonder what experience in my past is triggering the intestinal contracting when I am over exposed to red shirts, khaki pants and bullseye logos..... hm.... just things to ponder.