And The Tag Goes On...

I have been tagged yet again, this time by Her Serene and Royal Quirkiness, Andrea (aka the Rattily but Wonderfully Gloved One), to list an indefinte number of quirky "things" about myself. The problem is that when one has lived with her quirks for as long as I have, they cease to be quirks and become simply traits and facts. And so, I offer up a few more traits and facts... as they come to me (I'm definitely running out of things to say)... that may or may not seem quirky. You decide.

61. When I was maybe eight or nine, I experienced "Catholic School Stockholm Syndrome," which presented itself as a fleeting interest in becoming a nun.
62. I don't know my cell phone number.
63. I get pedicures year round and always paint my toes a very, very dark red called "Wicked."
64. I went off to college at sixteen. It was quite a shock to be free and on my own at such a tender age. One of the first things I did was get a fat kitten, named her Zeuben, and took her with me everywhere, including to class. She'd ride on my shoulder like a parrot-cat and when she wanted to run in the grass, I'd let her scurry down my arm. Unfortunately, I was busted by the RA (no pets allowed in the dormitories) and had to send her home to M & P, with whom she lived a long and charmed life. I still long to take my animals to work with me.
65. I always rinse my hair in ice cold water, a practice I learned from my grandmother when I was a child. She was a militant blonde who, whenever I spent the night, would wash my hair and then rinse it with cold water and lemon juice so it would stay light. Her reply to my squeals was (but in French), "One must suffer to be beautiful." Each time I turn on that freezing water for the final rinse, I hear her voice in my head reminding me of the price I must pay :>
66. I always have to be on the right side...of the bed, at the theater, on a bench.
67. I am told that my preference for sandals as my default shoe of choice whenever possible is "quirky," particularly in New England.
68. And speaking of shoes, I refuse to wear running shoes with anything but exercise clothes. I also still call them "sneakers."
69. I draw little faces on inanimate objects and then make them speak in tiny voices.
70. When I have all kinds of pressing obligations, I often procrastinate by invloving myself in silly projects. Today, for example, I found out (courtesy of Andrea) how to become a South Park character. Here's South Park Carla & Jol: