Let's Be Honest

Thank you to my hilarious and brutally honest friend, April, for this wonderful (albeit masculine) award. I'm supposed to list 10 absolutely TRUE things about myself and tag 10 people to do the same. But I find that the people I tag rarely play along, so you just get to read about me.

1. I have always loved being an only child but can't wait to have a bigger family. If I could only convince Mike to be a foster parent and/or adopt, we'd have ourselves a softball team.
   
2. I used to try to make people think I was left handed as a kid. Maybe I thought I was boring - ? Regardless, I still wear my watch on my right wrist because I got so used to it years ago.
3. Sometimes I hate that I'm such a perfectionist. I let a LOT more go than I used to, but I still get way too hung up on ridiculous details. (then there are some details that are just SO fun to get hung up on...)
   
4. I am an eternal optimist and have a child-like faith. When I was younger, I thought kids who didn't believe in Santa were pathetic and I genuinely felt sorry for them.
   
5. I used to be an amazing liar. Nothing to be proud of, I know, but I could whip up a lie, story or excuse for any and every situation that I wanted to wriggle myself out of in late high school and college. Now, I despise lying and can't find a single reason to be dishonest...ever.
6. I don't covet the wealthy. Sure, I love fancy restaurants, pedicures, massages and shopping as much as the next girl, but I'm very content where we are financially. (okay, maybe an extra $10-20 grand a year wouldn't hurt anyone...)
7. I can out-burp most of you reading this list. And your husbands. And it's worse now that I'm pregnant.
8. I have a strong need for everyone to feel welcome and included. I hate knowing that people feel left out.
   
9. I won't buy something that I know will have a coupon if I wait. And I drive out of my way for cheaper gas. It's a sickness.
10. Since May, I've had a strange aversion to showering. I suddenly hate squeegeeing the glass walls and dread doing my hair. I think it started earlier this summer when (several times) I spent the time and energy to actually DO my hair and within hours, the family begged me to go swimming and all was ruined. Did I mention I also hate wasting my time?