Just when I think people know more about me than they really ever wanted to or should. . . along comes Robert Hruzek over at Middle Zone Musings practically daring me [not really, but it makes my having to write this seem more legitimate] to list FIVE THINGS YOU MAY COME TO REGRET KNOWING ABOUT ME.

Now, if I could peer out of this blog post, I’d probably see the four or six of you who read this blog jumping up and down screeching, “Wait, I could list at least a dozen things I’ve already regretted knowing about you.” Well, if you want to share them, you’ll just have to get your own blog. So there.

In the meantime, here are the regrettables:

1. I read the last few paragraphs of most books before I read the beginning.  I like to know where I’m going, okay?

2. At the tender age of 21, I started teaching in an all boys public high school. I assigned my freshmen their first book for the year, A Tale of Two Cities. Only when I repeated the title, my tongue rode the wave of alliteration, and replaced the “c” in Cities with a “t.”

3. When my husband’s not home, I barely watch television because I can’t figure out how to operate the DVD player, TIVO, or the remote.

4. When I’m alone in the car, I blast the radio and sing along, especially if it’s Elton John’s, “I’m Still Standing.”

5. On most days, I can’t locate one or more of the following: my purse, my classroom keys, my cell phone, or the receipt my husband insists he needs or the entire financial infrastructure will collapse.

5.5 I hem my pants with duct tape.

So, my little bloggy friends. . . do you dare?

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