I consider myself good at cooking, remembering ridiculous stuff, procrastinating, taking care of my family, organizing, festive themes, making a bird out of the letter B, being optimistic and getting the joke.
Some groups I am a part of include: Mothers of Three, Oldest Sibling, Right-handed Writers, Resolution Breakers, Potato Chip Lovers, Daughters of Deceased Fathers, Class of 1978, 4th Generation Californians, Fidgeters and Team Conan.
Potato Chips. That’s my vice. If there is a bag in the pantry; I can’t leave it alone. They are gone by the end of the evening. I know I am not alone in loving the thin, crispy, fried, salted chips of love. So if you hear a little crunching during class, it’s me or maybe another member of this group. We are everywhere.
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