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[monsterchew]

A writing exercise, courtesy of
attackothetiff

I remember what it was like to have a full night's sleep.  No wait, no I don't.  But it's on the horizon.  Um, hopefully.

I don't remember why I refuse to walk into a bathroom without looking in the shower for robbers.  I've never had a robber-in-the-bathroom incident...  that I remember.

I have always wanted to make a difference.  and to write a book.  With hope, I can do both at once.  For now, I'm making a difference in my kid's life.  She'll never look at the world with a normal point of view.  And that's a good thing.

I see a red plastic cup containing my first attempts at a smoothie.  Thanks, Mom, for my new blender!  It's giving me brain freeze.  The smoothie, not the blender.

I don't see my own face.  I can kinda see my nose, but it hurts to go that cross-eyed.

I have never been comfortable going out in public situations alone.  At least where I have to talk to people.  I'm  not scared of the grocery store or anything.

I know that I am blessed.  'Nuff said.

I don't know what the heck that thing is that's crawling across the basement floor towards me.

I want to always remember what it's like to feel secure with no worries for awhile.  And I want to pass that feeling onto my kids for their whole childhood.

I wonder (nothing beat's tiff's answer to this) why everyone's index finger fits perfectly into their own nose.

I don't wonder what's in hotdogs.  I don't care.  They're good.

I don't want to go to the dentist, ever again.  (Sorry, Ben).

I hate  snot, bad drivers, humidity and when people hock loogies in public.

I love Shaun, my kid, caramel, food, cheese, food, food, food, and soccer.

I try to grow taller.  It's not working.  I'm just trying to postpone the day when Bean laughs at me for being mad 'cause she's bigger than I am.

I try not to  swear, be pessimistic, and hold grudges.  Oh, and stress.

Hehe, fun.  Fill it out!