Ways I'm Turning Into My Father

* I’m beginning to pay attention to what’s NOT getting done, rather that what IS getting done.

* I don’t care that I’m wearing the same clothes for more than 2 days in a row.

* Clothes are only getting broken in when they begin to rip.

* I don’t care if I have coffee breath.

* I don’t care if I have garlic breath.

* I believe that my car has feelings.

* I believe that Christmas ornaments have feelings and thus have one time a year to shine. So, you should find a place for each and every ornament and decoration.

* I wore black socks yesterday while playing tennis with Will and I didn’t care. Which when I acknowledged that I was wearing black socks with shorts, Will’s response was; “The nerdy look is in.” (Please refer to Greek God? or Geek Squad? to understand my full conversion to geek/nerd/although,pending dork status.)

* I drive the speed limit…usually.

* I yell at people to “SLOW DOWN!” when they’re driving through our complex.

* I no longer have eyebrows. I believe that they can botanically be considered Azalea bushes. Which yes, I know that they can be beautiful, just not above your eyeballs.

* The hair growing out of my ears, over 1 year time, if woven together, could clothe Uganda.

* I have begun growing stray black hairs on the OUTSIDE of my nose. (What the bloody hell is that all about???)

I bet in 10 years, if unchecked, I will be Cousin It. Okay…okay…you’re right, I’m probably exaggerating…20 years.

* Oh yeah, to Will’s great dismay, I’ve begun occasionally crapping with the bathroom door open.

Wow…I sound like quite a catch, don’t I?

*** Disclaimer: I AM trying to alter the path of a few of these traits before they become permanent. ***