1. I don’t like roller coasters or really ANYTHING about amusement parks. They’re smelly and sticky and the fact that I’m generally the best dressed patron within my line of sight depresses me.
2. I hate playing games. But I’ve already written about that.
3. Practical jokes make me very uncomfortable. When people tell each other awful stories that end with “just kidding!” – I typically jump in halfway through with the truth just to ruin the hilarious cruelty. April Fools day is hell for me.
4. I hate being tickled. If you try to tickle me, I may hurt you. Infancy was hell for me.
5. I don’t care for surprises. Especially surprise parties. As the guest of honor, I will most likely spend the whole night thinking that I would have worn something completely different if I had known the truth.
6. In a perfect world, I would prefer to pick out all of my own gifts. I know “it’s the thought that counts,” but give me a well thought out gift card any day.
7. Conga lines make me cringe. (Disclaimer: this aversion doesn’t seem to tie in with other coordinated dance activities. For instance, I don’t have a problem with the Electric Slide…but may be related to my love of synchronized dance routines).
8. I’m the only woman I know who doesn’t LOVE Dirty Dancing. I’m not sure if it was the forbidden dance moves or the terrible dialogue. Either way – suggestive pelvis grinding in a public place? I’ll sit this one out, thanks. Seriously, Baby – if that corner isn’t taken…
9. I have never understood the entertainment value of a food fight. Other people see good ‘ol adolescent, pie in the face fun…I see dry cleaning bills and floor scrubbing.
10. Innuendo and potty humor have never appealed to me. Getting an elbow nudge from my husband to accompany a wink wink if you know what I mean/that’s what she said kind of joke just makes me wonder if he’s ever actually met me before. It’s amazing how almost any conversation can quickly devolve into that type of banter. Sixth grade was hell for me.











































