I am left handed...

Two of my best friends learned that I was left-handed in the last week.   Weird.  If you think about it, other than signing my bar tab when would they really have seen me write.  Yes, I eat with my left hand but do people really notice that kind of stuff?   I don't.  With that being said, I thought you might want some other facts...

I sneeze at least 4 times every time I sneeze.   I used to be like clockwork where it was 4 and 4 alone without fail.   Nowadays, I can turn heads everywhere from the sheer amount of times I can sneeze in a row.  In fact, when I sat down on the airplane to Vegas, the guy sitting next to me apologized in advance for the amount of sneezing I could expect.   He wanted me to know that he was not sick just sneezed a lot.  I TOTALLY out-sneezed him.

Food displays of any sort gross me out.   Showing me an example of the food special guarantees that I WILL NOT order that item.  Pictures of food are the same way and honestly I don't understand why people take pictures of their food and post it to Facebook.   On a menu, GROSS - I automatically assume its a cheap place and that actually goes for food commercials as well.  

I can flick you off with my toes.   Never have I ever met someone who can match this talent.

I can think of three times in the history of my life that my nails grew longer than my nail beds - now being one of them.   Anxiety = biting nails. 

Recockulous - you see what I did there - replaced dic with cock.   I credit myself for coining this term although many would beg to differ.   You can thank me later.  

I was 7 inches taller than my 8th grade dance date.   I also grew 7 inches in one year.  

I took French in high school.  Real freaking necessary in Houston.   At least on my Europe trip, I could read a menu.   Well, at least I thought I could until my chicken came out highlighter yellow and still mooing.

I have been to 22 countries and in 22 weddings.  

What else?  Oh yeah, I can't shave my knees but you probably already knew that.