True Confessions

I hate to admit that I...

• Worry too much.
• Squeeze whipped cream on a spoon and slowly lick it.
• Push a chair in front of the back door whenever my husband is away from home at night.
• Hate shopping.
• Fail when it comes to being a good friend -- not always, but I'm often at a loss for what to do when the big things happen (like death, divorce, major illness). I feel so helpless for my friends, and I fear it comes across as my apathy.
• Sucked my thumb until I was 13 years old. I used to worry (see... I told you that I worried too much) that I'd suck my thumb on my honeymoon. My mother and grandmother tried everything to get me stop -- made me wear gloves, painted icky stuff on my nail, had me sleep on my hands... you name it. To this day, I don't know what made me finally stop.