Never have I ever… created a typo that I could correct, without erasing the entire word and starting from scratch. Instead of merely pressing the “Y” when I clearly meant to press the “T”… my entire fist will seize up and attempt to press all the letters within a 2 inch radius of the “T” I have NO idea what was actually pressed… and I’m not going to spend the next 20 minutes trying to figure it out. Backspace, Backspace, Backspace.
Never have I ever… been able to enter a shower without the shower curtain liner attempting to mate with my leg. The more I try to get the offending liner to stick to the inside of the tub, the more it rebels and attempts the wrap itself around my torso.
Never have I ever… been able to pull away from a gas pump, after fueling up my car and felt completely confidant that I remembered to hang the gas nozzle back up onto the pump. A quick paranoid glance into the rearview mirror always reminds me that I did…
Never have I ever… called one of my children by only one wrong name, when upset. All wrong names will be utilized… both brothers, the dog, the neighbor, a random co-worker, Tom from MySpace, the cashier that checked out my merchandise at Wal-Mart last week… sometimes even my own name gets thrown in there.
Never have I ever… been comfortable with even numbers… so here’ s number 5
