This Friday the 13th, I turn 41-years-old. In honor of this occasion, I thought I’d tell you a couple of weird things about myself…
One, I don’t particularly care for belly buttons. I don’t like to touch my own belly button, I don’t want anyone else touching it (or their own for that matter), and I certainly do not think it is something that should be pierced.
I think this goes back to my cousin picking at her belly button when she was little. (I’m grimacing here…) She picked at it so much that she caused it to bleed! (I’m not exaggerating here. I verified this with my mom.)
Because of this, I do not want to take any chances. So, no touching the belly button! I don’t even want Dane to kiss it…
This rule of “no touching the belly button” became a problem when I had surgery to diagnose my endometriosis. The doctor made a small incision near my belly button for the laparoscopy. During my post-op appointment, he kept poking my belly button. (Well, the incision area near my belly button.) I’m telling you, if he had touched it one more time… I really wanted to scream! Or even better, hit him! Belly buttons are NOT to be touched!
Two, I hate the feeling of flour. I mean hate it. I’m actually kind-of grossed out right now talking about it. (Ewww! I had to stop typing for a minute and rub my fingers to get any imaginary flour off them!)
I don’t know why I hate the feeling of flour. But I do know that when I was in elementary school, I found a recipe for homemade pizza in my Cabbage Patch Kids magazine. I conveniently waited until my mom wasn’t home and asked my dad if I could make it. Of course, he told me it was fine! Well, it was a mess because I hate the feeling of flour. So, dough was stuck everywhere. On the counter, on me, on the dishes… My mom wasn’t too happy when she got home. I really can’t remember if the pizza was any good…
Well, there is your amusement for the day. ?
Any weird things about you, fabulous one?! Tell us about them in the comments!
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Loved re-reading, and the mental picture of your dad turning you loose in the kitchen to make pizza. Fun, happy times. We had loads.?❤??
We sure did! This post always makes me grin… 🙂
Oh my goodness the belly buttons!! I thought I was the only one! My husband likes to think it’s funny to touch my belly button and watch the reaction. It’s not funny and he gets a smack.
I don’t like feet to touch my pillows. Eww!
Hope you had a great birthday. I love your blog – good to know we are not alone with our struggles x
Thank you for the birthday wishes! I had a wonderful one! 🙂
And thank you for your support of my blog. It is humbling that so many people read and comment. It shows me that, as you said, “we are not alone with our struggles.” Hugs to you!
You made me belly laugh! ?