The truth. And nothing but the truth. Diane forced me to lie (yes, I am going to keep blaming her. I didn’t say I wasn’t going to blame. I’m just not going to lie anymore. At least not in this post.), and now I will tell you all the truth.
I was going to just add this to the last post, but it was already way too long. By the way, have you made the Gluten-Free, Dairy-Free Thin Mint Cookies yet? We are on our second batch. And it won’t be our last.
On to the truth about me.
1. LIE – I have set foot in all 50 states. Some only by a layover at the airport.
I have only set foot in about half of the states. Mostly by driving through on our way to move to the East Coast or in an airport.
2. TRUTH – I am related to one of America’s most famous writers.
I am related to Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens). My father’s, father’s, father was first cousins with Mark Twain’s mother. (I hope I got that right.) He’s my 5th cousin. I know that part is right.
3. LIE – I was captain of my high school soccer team.
Dude! I so suck at sports. I am not coordinated, and I throw like a girl. My mom tried to get me in little league because she had always wanted to play and couldn’t. She finally gave up when I walked off the field during a game. But, my best friend in high school was on the soccer team. I don’t think that counts, though.
4. LIE – I am addicted to the “Twilight” series books.
I actually can’t stand the Twilight series. Sorry to any of you that like it, but I think it is awful. I like a good vampire story as much as the next one, but not my cup of tea. And it’s not the fantasy thing because I love the Harry Potter books.
5. LIE – I have more tattoos than my mother.
I only have two tattoos. One that I planned for 3 years that is on my right ankle. A rose with an eighth note. I used to be a music major and had a dream of being an opera singer. Found out I had TMJ issues, so that was over. The other one is one of those I-wish-I-didn’t-get-it-because-I-wasn’t-really-thinking-at-the-time tattoos. I’m going to get my son’s initials around it to claim it back. My mom has 10 or 11 tattoos. I don’t remember what it was at last count. She even has her eyeliner tattooed on. She got her first one in the 70s, before it was all popular. She’s not all biker-chick tattooed. In fact, most of them you can’t see unless she is wearing a bathing suit. (Or less.) My first tattoo was a birthday present from her.
So, that’s it. That’s the truth about me. Not too exciting. Now, go make thin mint cookies!