Have you ever noticed that sometimes, it’s the little things that tell you about a person? Like the old adage goes, “Do what I say and not what I do” or something like that. Only in reverse.

I was just thinking about this earlier tonight, and here are some of the things I noticed:

My two favorite nail polish colors are called Gunmetal and Flirt. Coincidence? I think not.

Every time I go to the grocery store, I limit my purchases to the amount of bags I can hang off of both arms without losing circulation. I’d rather go to the store three times in one week than make more than one trip out to the car.

The other day, I saw some sippy cups on sale and bought them for my husband, Jako. I did this because he drinks a lot of juice, and sometimes he spills it on the couch or in our bed. The fact that this didn’t strike me as odd–either the fact that I bought my 27-year-old husband sippy cups, or that he actually needs them–is probably the oddest part. Especially since Jako reminds me of a small child in a lot of ways, but I love him a lot. I might be a pedophile…

The main character in my latest book is modeled after my dad and this guy I used to date. That’s when I realized they are practically the same person. Ew.

Ever met someone and immediately started wondering what it is exactly that they hide under their bed? …Yeah, me neither. But think about it sometime.

Whenever I read a book, I pick who gets to play the characters in my mind. Like a casting call, but using random celebrities or people I know. But never me. My dreams are EXACTLY the same way.

My car is blue, my phone is blue, the color I wear most often? Blue. My favorite color? Not blue.

Depressing movies (like the Reader or Titanic) don’t make me cry. They just make me really pissed off. Cartoons make me cry. Movies with old people make me cry. “Up” was freaking monsoon season at my house.

Today, I accidentally told my mom I’m pregnant. I’m not pregnant, but I sent it as a joke in a text and then forgot to send another text to tell her I was joking. I’m convinced God is going to punish me for this by making me pregnant.

I should’ve been in bed hours ago, but I choose to lose sleep rather than waste any of my trivial thoughts. Just in case I don’t think of them again later. Cause they’re that important. Obviously.