Who me? Weird?

OK, so I am not sure whether to be flattered or offended that Emily actually thinks I am weird enough to be able to list 10 things as proof, but here goes:

1. I don't step on cracks. I also like to take an even number of steps on each slab of concrete. It's tricky, but possible.

2. There is only one thing that can make me gag: dog crap. If I step in it, I literally go insane. It is making me sick to type this.

3. I have literally no memories of high school. I didn't drink in high school and I took Nancy Reagan seriously, so I can't blame it on an alcohol or drug induced haze. It was just uneventful it seems.

4. Four is my obsessive-compulsive number. Whenever I get nervous or upset, I count things in multiples of four (ie tapping my finger, breathing etc.)

5. I slept for nearly 25 years with one foot outside the cover. All of a sudden I just quit doing it.

6. When I get nervous or scared, I literally shake and shiver from head to toe uncontrollably. I did this on my first date.

7. I know all of the words to "Lola" by Barry Manilow.

8. I have every single letter and card ever sent to me. I cannot throw them away.

9. If I think I have hurt someone's feelings, I can't sleep at all. Not even if I have one foot outside the cover.

10. I really, really, really don't like talking on the phone. I dislike it so much that I tend to use my professional voice in hopes that the call will end soon. It has nothing to do with who is calling.

Now, that's not weird, is it?

Tag, you're it.

PS: Have been trying to post about our geocaching weekend, but blogger won't cooperate.