I hate cucumbers. I don’t want them in my salad or in my cocktail. I definitely don’t want cucumbers in my ice water. Beyond the taste, I get heartburn just thinking about cucumbers.
I like cake. I love ice cream. I loathe ice cream cake. It represents the best of neither.
Star Wars was released in 1977, before I turned four years old so I can understand them not taking me to see it when released. But later? Someone please explain.
Footloose came out in 1984, a few months after I turned ten. The film was rated PG so I guess I can understand if they thought I was too young, but I was an avid dancer who loved music. Why didn’t my rebel godmother take me???
I have never owned nail clippers.
Maybe if my parents had, I wouldn’t have resorted to biting my nails. Huh, Mom??
Mint chocolate anything is, to me, an abomination.
NO to mint Oreos, mint M&Ms and most definitely NO to mint chocolate ice cream.
I’m allergic to pink eyeshadow.
When I was a kid, no one read “Where The Wild Things Are” or “The Giving Tree” or “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” to me. It’s like I was raised by wolves.
I have never played basketball. Not even one time. If you know what I do for a living, you understand how strange this is.
Harry Potter? Nope, I haven’t read any of the books or seen any of the films.
I like the smell of skunks. Growing up in small town Pennsylvania, I guess the scent reminds me of playing outdoors in the neighborhood.
I love the smell of chlorine. It reminds me of swimming. I started taking swimming lessons at the YMCA when I was just two years old because my mother didn’t want me to be afraid of the water. Fat chance.
I LOVE swimming. Just not in lakes. I hate lakes. Pools, oceans and seas for me only.
Let me know how you’re weird. Don’t leave me hanging.
I have never watched an entire James Bond film. Or a Dirty Harry movie.
I have also never seen any of the American Pie movies.
I can never have enough lemonade. When I was about twelve, I drank so much VeryFine that the lining of my mouth started shedding in big pieces. No, I didn’t stop drinking lemonade then–I just cut back.