Zippity Doo Dah...

I bet none of you knew I could use the word "hell" in the proper context by the age of five?  (thanks Dad)  Or that I absolutely positively hate my nose?  Or that I like to nap on boulders?  Or even that I can't stand it when people scratch their fingernails on fabric?  What about my changing eye color or storm sense?  I just realized how truly weird I am.  Oh well.  It could be worse.  :)  Or not...I have too much to be happy about.

1. the temple cafeteria
2. 3D Video
3. Ritz Bitz
4. being told you smell good
5. the plastic thing on a six pack
6. oodles
7. the goopy feel of paper mache
8. babies in backpacks
9. slouching in school bus seats
10. grape juice with sprite, Larson drink of choice