It's a good thing I'm not...

I really don't care that much for EVOO (sorry Rachel Ray) or garlic. I little of either goes a long way for me. I wouldn't do well in Italy.

If I didn't have to get up every morning and go to work; I would, possibly, never get out of my jammies. I love to sit on the soft, fluffy couch; drink coffee and read - I would be tempted to do this all day, every day.

I love my computer. I love Google. I spend too much time on it as it is; if I could do more, I would spend even more time. However, I do need to figure out my new scanner & photo program so I can scan to the computer.

I don't like shopping. I used to when I was younger, thinner and looked good in clothes. Now it is just a chore; clothes and food are especially tiresome, household items are a little more fun. However, with too much time on my hands and not enough money in my wallet, I would be dangerous if I enjoyed spending time in stores.

I don't enjoy young children. Mine were okay, but then it's expected that you like your own little kids. It had been suggested to me, at one time, that I go back and get an education degree. Bad idea. However, I might have been a decent middle or high school English teacher.

I liked to look at guy butts. Back in my day, looking didn't have the same risks it does today. A nice, tight, well rounded male tush can just brighten a day. Good thing I can't look any more...