I know that I…
1) don’t like bleu, goat, or swiss cheese, to me they taste like armpit, sweaty hair, and feet respectively.
2) don’t like cilantro, it tastes like soap, this is because I carry the recessive gene for this herby flavor. Recessive genes are also responsible for my blond hair, blue eyes and five fingered hands. Add in the fact that only 2% of the world has narcolepsy and you find that I am one rare bird.
3) hold Continental Airlines responsible for our near death excursion into Newark, New Jersey, the 24 hour layover that resulted in us missing John’s grandmother’s 90th birthday high-tea party, and my new found obsession with knock-off purses sold from the trunks of stranger’s cars. I guess I need to explain this one…. It was a cold and rainy night….. stay tuned for part 2.