Sweet Yet Sour

I am finally down to the last 3 “Weird/Interesting Things About Dorrie”.  I have a draft of the “No.1″ on the list in my head, and I can tell right now that it’s going to take me a while to complete.  In the interest of time I’m going to combine 3 and 2 and just do short bits on each one.

3. The Last Insect Post

I promise this is the last one about insects and their deaths Rena!

When I was 5 I took a tick to my Kindergarten “Show and Tell”. When I was a little girl I really liked bugs a lot and was fascinated with them.  I was even taken with the tick that my dad pulled off my head.  We had been camping the weekend before and I had apparently brought home a friend in amongst my hair.  When it was discovered that I had a tick on my head my father quickly picked it off with a pair of tweezers.  But, being the weird little kid that I was, I made him put it in a plastic bag for me to take to school.  I proudly showed it off to the class saying “This was on my head.”

2. Paper towels

This is definitely the weirdest thing about me, but I hate paper towels.  It’s the texture and the noise that paper towels make when people use them.  For some reason, when I, or someone within my hearing, rubs their hands on a paper towel, the noise made by the paper towel makes my skin crawl.  When I was younger I wouldn’t even touch paper towels; there is just something about how rough they feel.  I’ve gotten over not being able to touch them, but every once in a while, when I hear someone drying their hands on a paper towel I still get a tingle in my spine.  It’s weird, I know!