Lindsey, my much missed friend tagged me to compose 7 little known facts about me.  Why would I want to incriminate myself you may ask?  I don't really know except that now I can tag others to find out more about them and their little dirty secrets...  So being tagged are:  Valerie, Brenda, April, Angela, Tice and Natalie(though your both pretty forthcoming about your dirty secrets, but we could all use some more!), Amber, and Amanda and Lara again.  So here goes:

1.  I eat about a jar of peanut butter a week.  By myself.   No, I don't love PBJ's, I eat it with a spoon, fork, finger, whatever is most convenient, straight out of the jar. 

2.  My bedroom is usually COVERED with our laundry.  Clean laundry that is.  I'm the worst at folding and putting away laundry so somehow I've started to let it all pile up and up and up.  I rope my husband into a folding party about once a week.  OK, OK, once every 2 weeks.  It's really terrible.

3.  I can't bear to use any other soap than Dial White.  Being pregnant has caused this inconvenient aversion to any other soap.  However, I have no aversion to guts, boogers, blood, etc. for some reason.  Good thing too since I see all this any more at work every week.  I even (secretly) look forward to doing wound dressing changes to witness the gore.  See how gross I am?

4.   I have a ritualistic, borderline obsessive routine to putting the boys to bed.  It involves a certain amount of kisses with a little chant which is too embarrassing to say out loud.  My husband doesn't even know what I say.  I whisper this into their ears every night and if I have to spend the night away, I'll do it before I go and for as many nights as I'll be gone.  It's a bit psycho.

5.  I really really like sampling baby food.  I couldn't wait for Theo to start solids so I could taste the scrumptious purred peas, sweet potatoes, bananas, squash, etc.  My favorite cereal is Rice cereal.  I eat it ALL the time.

6.  I would totally have Botox if I had the money.  I'm that shallow.

7.  I can't remember the last time I ironed something.  You wonder how I get away with it with my clothes lying in a heap in my bedroom.  Maybe I'm not getting away with anything...  My poor husband puts his clothes in the dryer every morning to de-wrinkle them.  I'm lucky I got married.  Wives, use this to remind your husbands how lucky they are to have married you.