I love reading posts where people list things about themselves. Probably in large part because I love lists (omg that could be on my list!) but I never actually make those types of list posts myself. BAM! Never say never, folks. This is a list of things about myself that I don’t think very much about.
+ I love lists. Whenever my husband and I are having a serious conversation I’ll say “Hold on!” and run to grab some paper and pens. Whenever he suggests it first, he gets a kiss.
+ For two years I worked and lived at a retirement community as a night manager. This mostly involved being around and responding when typically able seniors would fall or have some kind of issue in their apartment and would call for help. I would then sit with them, call 911, and listen to them tell me about world war two. Really, it’s all about world war two, guys.
+ I once saw a U-Haul truck and thought “Oh my god! What is my dad doing here?!” for about five minutes before I remembered that is not actually his car. We moved a lot when I was a kid, usually with about three different cars, and my dad always drove the U-Haul truck.
+ When my family talks about events and when they happened, we identify the time period by what street we were living on at the time. I have no idea what happened in 1996 until someone says “Berry Creek! We were living on Berry Creek!” and then I can tell you all about how I spent the year watching Saved By The Bell reruns.
+ I used to write stories about Frankenstein monster’s family, and drew pictures to go along with them. They had a boy, a girl, and a dog—all with green boxes for heads.
+ This summer our car died in a graveyard. I still think that’s funny. The tow guy confirmed that it was the weirdest place he’d ever come to tow a car. If your car is going to break down in 105 degree weather, there better damn well be something to laugh about.
+ You can show me pretty much any still shot of Full House and I can tell you what’s going on in that episode.
How do you end a list post?