Monthly Archives: October 2009

  I don’t like escalators.   I wash my hands frequently.  The toilet paper must hang from the top of the roll.  It’s been said I have an opinion on everything. One quirk adds color.  Twenty and you’re choking on the rainbow. The rabbits in Watership Down had no number above four.  Four plus anything was hrair. I propose a limit of personal quirks to a maximum of four.  It’s a good number. Still, an oddity here, requires a compensating quality there. Ask my husband.  I tell him that my peculiarities give me definition.  There are days he would prefer me …