2. I am texture sensitive, even witnessing the consumption of mushy, gooey, gelatinous foods invokes a visceral reaction accompanied by the five-year-old-meets-Brussels-sprouts face. I don't like those either.
3. Men like me. "Well, duh." No, really. I can fix things, I have moments of clear and rational thought, I can appreciate the beauty of a well proportioned WHR and I know beer. My men friends and their friends think I'm some kinda awesome in spite of my insistence that football and boxing is barbarism.
4. I am idiolect obsessed. My favorite people/languages to study are elderly Southerners and New Englanders. No one, and I mean no one serves up idioms like these two groups of people! What do I do with all of this studying, you ask? I incorporate their expressions into my everyday speak with particular emphasis on dirty talk.
5. Finally, dancing: I love dance, dancers and dancing. I don't care what kind of dancing it is, what kind of music is being played if any is being played at all, but the relationship between a dancer and their body, the poetry of movement is absolutely breathtaking, and everyone-like speech, does it differently.
Thanks, Dina of Causerie, for reading and nominating Tea & Honey Bread for the Kreativ Blogger award.