I tend to wear crazy pants... just because I can.
I tend to make up silly songs and speak in voices... just because I'm good at it.
I tend to follow the rules... and I say its because I'm a mother.
I tend to eat things I shouldn't, really fast... so I don't have to share.
I tend to sleep very still and in a small space... to not to wake the beast.
I tend to buy or pour a cup of coffee... and then not drink it.
I tend to use a lot of post-it notes... so random information sticks with me.
I tend to clap in the car... because it makes me feel good.
I tend to listen to one cd incessantly... right now it's Jason Mraz.
I tend to enjoy eating microwave popcorn at night... because its my favorite snack.
I tend to zone out a lot... and I think its because I'm taking it all in.
I tend to forget peoples names... but I never ever forget a face.
I tend to procrastinate little easy things... and I know its dumb.
I tend to chew and pick at my fingernails... and I hate it more than anything.
I tend to laugh at childish silly things... because laughter never hurts.
I tend to keep the most random of things... to symbolize a happy memory of my past.
I tend to thank my lucky stars... for the beautiful woman in my life.
I tend to sneeze... more than 7 times in a row.
I tend to clear my throat... and sound like a machine gun.
I tend to hug my kids... every chance I get.
I tend to love... and love big.
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