If the title of this post didn't immediately make you start singing Usher's best song of all time [Kanye emphasis: of all time!], then I have failed my mission. This is the second time I've linked up with Christina for her Owning It link-up, even though the first time was months and months ago (here).
Speaking of extremely awesome hits from back in the day, that brings me to my first confession. (Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Oh, wait, not that kind of confession.) Hopefully you all know the song Summer Girls by LFO (if not, listen to it here and thank me later). There's a part that goes, "I like Kevin Bacon but I hate Footloose." For years I thought it said, "I like candle makin' but I hate Footloose." I am dead serious. It was probably within the past couple years that I listened to the song and a light bulb went off.
I'm a huge fan of artificial cherry flavoring. (I also love cherries, and yes, I realize fake cherry and real cherry taste absolutely nothing like each other.) My favorite kind of most non-chocolate candies is pretty much always the red one. This includes Starburst, Jolly Ranchers, Airheads, gummy bears, Skittles (although, those red ones are strawberry). There's always been talk about red dye 40 and how it may be poison or whatever...I totally regret Googling it. But until the FDA decides it's illegal to add to food, I'll be over here with my artificially colored and flavored candy.
Speaking of candy, I so wish I was one of those people who couldn't finish something because it's too sweet. When people say they couldn't finish something because it was too sweet, it's like an alien language to me. I think that's happened to me maybe three times in my life. Not finishing something because it's too salty happens to me far more often. I also crave sweet over salty ninety percent of the time.
I can't stand getting my blood pressure taken. This has nothing to do with the fact that I hate blood, either. I just hate that squeezing feeling. It's awful and it takes way too long. And they tell you not to hold your breath but I pretty much always catch myself doing that because I'm just counting the seconds until it's over!
Another thing I can't handle is anyone touching the inside of my wrists or my Achilles tendons. Nope nope nope! I'm fine wearing bracelets or shoes that hit the tendon, but pressing either of them makes me cringe. I'm shuddering just typing this.
I do all the laundry in our household (not for lack of complaining). I wash 99% of my clothes in cold water and then air dry them. Michael's clothes, not so much. (I would never let Michael wash my clothes, my complaint is that I always have to do his too.) I'm terrified of ruining my clothes...so I just play it safe.