I gave an interview to my publisher over at Lark, click here to read it. It was called "Rapid Fire" and the answers were given off the top of my head. I think I might get some questions on the "Pet Peeve" answer, and I want to explain.
Well, I wish I had an intelligent explanation, but I just don't like mens' feet. I feel they should be kept hidden under socks and in shoes/boots/sneakers and covered forever. I don't care if it's 100 degrees. Women get pedicures and paint their toenails pretty. Men don't. I think they don't even realize they have feet until the days get hotter and they bring out those croc, addidas, or LL Bean flip flops for men. {totally banned in this house}
I love my husband as you know. But I have to lay down some rules when it comes to exposing his feet. I don't know what men are supposed to wear in the summer, but please, please, don't wear flip flips because I'm scared of your feet.
I have issues, I know, and many, many weird pet peeves, including but not limited to:
- Windchimes. Oh my god they scare me. They are always heard on creepy movies, haven't you noticed? I think I was killed in a previous life on a porch with windchimes. My mother in law has windchimes palooza at her bay house. I know. This is a total nightmare for me. I take every single one of them down while I'm there. She's ok with it, but probably talks about me after I leave. I would too. My sister and I still talk about a lady who was afraid of balloons at a childrens party. The kids weren't allowed to touch or play with the balloons because 'Aunt Nancy' had a fear. I wonder if she is afraid of windchimes too? But at least I'm not scared of balloons.
- Swing sets, and swings in general, including tire swings. I have one painted in a mural in the kids playroom. click here to see. That's as far as one will get to my property. When I was little, I remember swinging so high on my swingset and yelling to my Dad on the back porch "look how high I can go Daddy!" Then my hands got caught in the chains and I was hanging upside down by my fingers. It must have been traumatic, for me and my Dad. The swingset was dismantled and removed the next day. I never saw it again. I wonder if he has fear of swings too? Maybe I should ask him.
- Shopping cart syndrome...this is the people who don't return the shopping carts at the food store and leave them next to a car (and notice it's never by their own car?) Ugh, I always say something to them and take the cart and return it for them. It's just sooo lazy. But then, maybe my peeve is really laziness? I don't know, it's just something with those darn carts.
So what strange peeves do you have? I have way more to come, so this should be labeled "Part 1" Let's have some fun!