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Eight Dirty Little Secrets

I have been tagged by JanieBelle with a little meme about dirty secrets. I chuckled when reading her list because, if you follow my link to U Dream of Janie, you'll see that she and I are quite different in, shall we say, our pursuits of happiness. In keeping with my PG rating, the term "dirty" will be relative. Think more in terms of germs.

First, here are the rules:
*Post these rules before listing the facts.
*List eight random facts/habits.
*Tag eight people and list their names. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

My "Dirty" Little Secrets:
1. Sometimes I bite my nails, even after I have pumped gas into my car.
2. I don't have a 5-second rule when eating food dropped on the floor. My rule is more like 60 seconds, unless it falls within the tracks left by my kitties and their litter-encrusted paws.
3. I drink out of other people's glasses if they'll let me.
4. I use public hand rails without washing my hands afterwards.
5. I put my shoes on the furniture.
6. Quite often, I don't wash fruit before I eat it.
7. I only vacuum twice a month, and that's only if I think the floor looks noticeably dirty.
8. Sometimes, if I am feeling particularly bad, I'll double-dip my chip in the salsa.

Now, about the tagging, I think I only know eight people, so consider yourselves on the list.

Comments

Such risky behavoir Robyn - how can you live with yourself? The bitting of the nails after pumping your gas eeehw I use rubber gloves when pumping my gas. I really do. I keep em in my trunk. I've seen some of the nast habbits of mostly guys while they pump gas and... oh well I won't go there.
dive said…
Yikes! Get your shoes off the furniture, young lady! That's disgraceful.
hee hee.
You rebel!
Sassy Sundry said…
Like the literal take on things, Robyn.

I'll see what I can figure out.
Yup. We're related. And happily so, from my corner...which, by the way is rather dusty...and if I happened to see a well-aged chocolate chip in the vicinity, I might just lightly wipe it off and pop it in my mouth.
Anonymous said…
Oh how very dirty of you, Robyn!

hehe

Kisses

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