I've been taken down a few pegs in the last few days, and my ego is now sufficiently in check (and maybe a little bruised). So I thought it was fitting to make a list of a few of my flaws.
1. I have obvious chicken pox scars. Right on my forehead. Bull's-eye.
2. I have countless freckles. They are not angel kisses.
3. I can't easily take blame (work excluded). I forgot something at the grocery store - it wasn't on the list. I left the iron on - ehh, nothing burned down. A friend complains we haven't seen each other in forever - hey, the phone works both ways. Dave needs to do laundry but my stuff is in there - you shouldn't have waited until the last minute. Actually, that last one is legitimate, which brings me to #4...
4. I'm stubborn. Leading by example, I have taught Dave how to dig his heels in, and now I don't get my way nearly as much as I did when we were dating.
5. I can't dance. I get really terrified dancing in front of people. All of those lessons Karen gave me during sleepovers didn't help. [She also gave me buff lessons to try to toughen me up, circa 7th grade.] Slow dancing and line dancing are fun if you're with people who know what they're doing.
6. I'm easily intimidated by people who are more attractive, more fit, cooler, or smarter than me. I feel like I can't hold my own, so I bail as soon as possible. Or I get extremely self-conscious and try to blend into the wall.
7. I'm cranky when I'm hungry, especially at dinner. Any time I was in a bad mood at my old job, my cubemate David would say, "Man! You need to eat something!"
8. I'm terrible with geography. I can read a map and I can follow directions, but if you're trying to just talk me through it, you have to talk to me like I'm five. And no matter where I am, you can spin me around and I won't be able to tell you which way is north.
9. I'm too sensitive. If I know you, you've probably made me cry, whether you know it or not.
10. My hair is naturally a little wavy, but not enough to be cool, just enough to be frizzy. If you ever see me when I've let it air-dry and not straightened it or curled it, then I'm either married to you or I'm your daughter. This also means I'm vain, but this is only a list to 10, so strike that.
And that's just scratching the surface.
How about an imperfect photo to wrap it up?
Karen and me, summer 2000.
