- I ate Special K with green tea for breakfast this morning. Shut up. I don't like milk. Hey, that should count for two, right?
- I don't like milk.
- I have six flutes and one piccolo but don't call me a flautist. I don't own a flaut.
- I have two uvulas. I thought everyone had two uvulas and always wondered why cartoons were drawn incorrectly until I had a son born with birth defects including a cleft palate and I went in for genetic tests. Then I learned that -- oh, wait, this is the fifth one --
- I was born with a cleft palate but it was incomplete and resembled the holes between your fingers if you loosely clasp your hands. It eventually healed itself but couldn't repair the split in the uvula -- leaving two uvulas.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Playing Blogosphere Tag
Tagged by Unk who was tagged by Caroline who was tagged by Ridley who was tagged by this person who, for some reason, is a dead end but I'm supposed to tell you five things about me that you don't know. Alrighty then. Of course, in the 360 plus posts on this blog, I can't possibly remember everything I've let slip but most likely I've never mentioned that --