Search for me on Linked-in and you’ll find a flattering photo and some general, rather unsatisfying information about what I’ve done with myself over the last number of years. I come off as a little evasive. I keep meaning to add my publication credits so people will take me more seriously.
Believe me, I could fill a post with things you can’t know about me from Linkedin. There’s my…
I floss every night. Every blasted night.
There is a pyramid of balled up drafts spilling out of my trash can. A couple times a week I have to stomp the crumpled balls back into the basket until I can make one of my sons empty my trash.
I inadvertently trained my kids to freak about being places on time, i.e., 15 minutes early.
More than one friend has told me she will leave her husband if I will leave my husband and marry her. I’d say I’m well liked.
Have you met my husband?
Right now all my Twitter followers may be blood relatives or neighbors, however, I have a big extended family and we plan to move after our littlest graduates high school.
My oldest son just informed me that “get coffee” is code for sex. “The new Netflix and chill,” he explained. I know a lot of teenagers.
I am a tea drinker.
My childhood. Just trust me until I finish the book.
Despite my allegiance to hard work, I have a maddening inability to walk past a penny on heads.