Uncomfortable truths, vol. 36

1. I Tweeted this while we were in the interminable traffic trying to get to The Color Run, but when I've been behind the same vehicle for a really long time on the Interstate, I get strangely attached to it. I get sort of sad if the driver gets off the highway ... I feel like we should be Facebook friends by that point, at a minimum.

2. I Tweeted this recently, too: I can go from being petrified I might have diabetes to downing a box of Whoppers in three minutes flat.

3. I'm afraid that by the time all my kids are out of the house and I can finally watch all the TV I want,  I'll be too mature to want to watch anything.

4. Have I mentioned this before? I've always been somewhat anal-retentive. (Blog reader Jenny calls me "borderline OCD.") But when people commented on it when I was younger, describing me as anal-retentive, I was always like, "Of COURSE I am. Who isn't?" Because until I was probably out of college, I thought "anal-retentive" meant that you didn't want to have sex, um, THAT way.

5. Everything about my iPhone is so user friendly except for when I want to place the cursor in a particular spot in a text or Tweet. God forbid I've typed 130 characters of a Tweet and then need to go back and add a word. It makes me want to throw my phone out the window.