uuuhhhh....impression no. 5

I have some confessions to make. Here they are in no particular order of obsessiveness.
1) I hate talking on the telephone. It paralyzes me. I feel trapped and usually I end up either writing down what I want to say first and collapsing in relief after the phone call is made, or if I don't write down what I want to say first, I end up saying something really stupid and hitting my head afterwards because I can't erase the awkwardness.
2) Technology and I don't mix. I walked into the grocery store the other day and realized my purse was dripping. As I looked into my purse, I found my camera and ipod floating in the lake of rachael. Apparently, I had NOT closed my water bottle. Luckily, I don't believe in having Gucci, Prada, or anything expensive hanging on my shoulder. This is the second camera I have ruined. The first one made it through both the washer and dryer cycle in richard's pants pockets.
3) I am a poser from way back. I love to have my picture taken, and that is why I live as if there were a photographer around any corner. Even when I was 12 I would sometimes lean dramatically against a light pole in the hopes that someone would "discover" me. So anyway, I hired a friend of mine to take pictures of Richard and me for Christmas cards. Really, it was just an excuse to get more pictures taken.
4) I watch the Food Network every day!