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You know the drill…

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And by weird, I mean odd but endearing.

If you have webbed toes or extra appendages please keep that information to yourself.

I’ll start –

I can’t blink or close my left eye separately.

I can close both of them together, sleeping would be a challenge otherwise… and Lord knows I can roll them at my husband when he brings home another piece of yard sale crap…. but I can’t independently close my left one. Never have, never will.

Now you.

What weird thing don’t we know about you?

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47 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  3. Hmm, something weird about me? Something that won’t make River tell me that was TMI. How about this? Women would kill to have my fingernails. They grow so fast and are strong! Ever see that guy in the Guinness Book of World Records that has those very long curled up fingernails? That would be me if I didn’t cut them at least once a week. Was that TMI? It wasn’t quite webbed toes.

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    2. Are you sure your right ear is lower? Maybe your left ear is higher. You could have it trimmed…or split the difference – take half the difference off the left and graft it onto the right. Or maybe just get your glasses adjusted.

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    3. That’s pretty cool. Owls have offset ears that enable them to hunt in total darkness. You probably have the same ability but never considered it because it wouldn’t exactly be useful, unless you were hunting mice in a barn.

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  9. I’m having a surprisingly hard time with this one. I know I’m weird. I’ve been a weirdo all my life, ask anyone who has ever met me. I’ll get backto you if I come up with something good.

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      3. OK Here it is: I’m a big fat baby who cries at movies. Not all movies and not all elements of the story, but things that come from the soul.
        A really good example of that would be at the end of Saving Private Ryan, at the American cemetery in Normandy, when Ryan asks his wife to tell him he is a good man. It’s cranking me up right now.
        As I sit here thinking about this I consider the thousands of things, much smaller things, that inhabit my thoughts and will not lie quietly. Many of these things beg the question “Am I a good man?” I may never get a satisfactory answer but the willingness to ask the question over and over swings the needle toward “Yes”.
        All right, it’s not humorous, not especially endearing and maybe not even all that weird. I’ll ask my therapist.

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      4. Omg! I weep at that exact same moment. Not once during the whole movie when men are getting killed, but right there at the cemetery. Killer scene.
        I’m a big ole baby for things like that too.
        😉

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      5. I saw a movie called a Foreign Field that is sort of in the same vein as Private Ryan, only with less violence and more Humanity. If you haven’t seen it I recommend Kleenex tissues with lotion. We can’t go around with an irritated sniffer. I’m thinking that a post about crying at movies, the practice more than the movies themselves, might make a pretty good read.

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