Oh hell, I've been tagged with that "six weird things" meme. Oh, all right already. I'll do it.
1: I swallowed a nickel when I was about 4. It lodged in my esophagus and the doctors had to put me under and knock it down into my wittle tummy. My mom was instructed to go through my waste materials until she found the coin. Mom says she looked and looked, but never found it.
2: Sometimes I take a square of individually wrapped Velveeta cheese and fold it into fourths; then I tear it at the folds and distribute the resulting smaller squares onto Triscuit crackers and eat them, often with carefully timed bites of a Vlassic Polish dill pickle spear (in a perfect world, the eating of the spear is equally distributed between the four Velveeta crackers, the dill spear is also cold and not shriveled at the top from only being half-submersed in pickle brine, the level of which has receded due to consumption of brethren spears).
2.5: I like saying and typing the word "Velveeta."
2.75: Eating, saying and typing "Velveeta" does not make me less of a woman.
3: Listening to Tom Jones (What's New Pussycat, It's not Unusual) puts me in a good mood.
3.145: Eating, saying and typing "Tom Jones" might make me less of a woman. Listening to him does not.
3.68: I have never thrown a pair of my panties at Tom Jones. I have never thrown a pair of panties at anyone. Well, except my Dearly Beloved during a playful moment, like when he needs something to mop up the spilt beer.
4: Once for Christmas, I bought a zillion little carved wooden skulls and put curly bows on them and gave them to all my friends to use as ornaments on their trees.
5: When I was a kid, I wanted to change my name to Moose or Daisy or Jupiter.
5.06: Actually, Jupiter O'Brien would not be a bad name.
6: While walking yesterday, I said to my Splendid King, "The clitoris is a lot more complex than people realize."
6.749: Owning a pair of Ben Wa balls is an awesome responsibility.