. . . reads spoilers, but, don't worry, isn't the twerp who ruins it for others.
. . . eats peanut butter straight out of the jar.
. . . would rank hummus and broccoli as an all-time favorite.
. . . fangirls like crazy. Don't get me started on Star Wars, Lewis, Tolkien, Gaiman, or Doctor Who.
. . . in a past life, must have been an old British man with a monocle and glorious mustache.
. . . needs gutter-rails when bowling and a major handicap when putt-putt golfing.
. . . loves grammar more than she should.
. . . absolutely melts in the presence of kittens.
. . . accidentally dresses to match her husband. And vice versa.
. . . thinks gators are scarier than sharks, so she'd rather go shark diving than swim in a murky lake.
. . . finds her soul deeply restored by the sea.
. . . paints with her hands, loves the feel of the paint, revels in the mess, and doesn't paint enough any more.
. . . wants to travel to Asia so she can play with tigers in the tiger parks and swim with whale sharks.
. . . is trying not to waste any more time being afraid or procrastinating.
. . . dances like a madwoman in the kitchen and freaks when the hubs sneaks up on her.
. . . gets super nervous listening to voicemails
. . . can't get nail polish to stay on her fingernails worth beans.
. . . loves wrestling with her puppy.
. . . takes too many pictures.
. . . quotes too many movies, TV shows, and books.
. . . thinks a good cup of tea is dew from heaven.
. . . adores the color blue.
. . . fancies walking in the rain with her face to the sky.
