I dance in the kitchen. Even if someone is watching.

I sing really loud. Sometimes in an opera voice. My kids love it.

I am a Christian. Evangelical. Non-denominational (which is funny because, for all intents and purposes, it is a denomination).

I have four children. *Insert how much I adore them and just loooove being a mom, here.*  I am forever laughing or crying because of them. For their sake, I’ll try to avoid their names. Operative word: try.

I write more when I’m sad. Cheap therapy.

I pay for therapy. It’s not cheap.

I read way more in the fall and winter than I do in the spring and summer.

I used to make popcorn on the stove top. It took longer and was worth it, but ain’t no one got time for that.

I skip irrelevant words when I read. I call it “conserving energy and time.” Other people call it skimming. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

Christmas carols may be heard on my phone or in my car at any given time. You’ve been warned.

Netflix will greatly decrease any and all productivity on any given day. So will Hulu, Peacock, HBO Max, and Prime Video. So will my dogs. So will my kids. So will my baking. So will my desire to give in to anything other than what I should be doing at that moment I’m  not interested in doing the thing I should be doing. Follow?

I play guitar. Not at all like Jimmy Hendrix. Just thought I should manage that expectation.

I read the last couple pages of a book if I get bored with a particular scene. Most of the time, I’ll still finish the book.

I have a dog named Piper. I publicly apologize to that person in Target whose daughter was named Piper and my kid pointed out it was our dog’s name. Awkward. I also have a dog named Pippin. He’s Havanese and the opposite of Piper. They are my snuggles when it’s cold and my guard dogs when it’s loud. Pip’s a bundle of energy and Piper is a bundle of ol’ crotchety, but fancy, lady dog.

I used to run. I used to lift weights. I used to not eat the cake. Now, I make a lot of cakes…and taste test them, too. I used to be a whole lot healthier. I’m working on it.

Coffee. Is. Life. Or. Death. Ok, not really. But yeah. Gimme.

Gilmore Girls. ‘Nuff said.

I hate the heat. Loathe it, entirely. I could live where blankets are required year-round.

I have nine piercings in my right ear.  Eight in my left. I have plans for more.

I have three tattoos. I have plans for more

Give me coffee, rain, and a good book any day over going out.

I dye or bleach my hair. A lot.

I love scary movies. Not like Texas Chain-Saw Massacre…gross. Like Shutter Island, The Village, etc.

Major plot twists are not necessary in books or movies, but ALWAYS appreciated.

I can eat a whole, large, take-out pizza. By myself. I feel like crap for days after. Worth it.

This was probably more than you wanted to know.

Oh, yeah. And I’m divorced. That’s new.