1. I was born with red hair, but at sixty it naturally turned dark brown. Thank God for beauticians.
2. I speak with a stutter, but sing smoothly, just not on key.
3. I love sports, but throw a ball at me and I will close my eyes.
4. I crave sweet and salty foods, but never at the same time.
5. Before I started writing full-time, I thought I knew it all, now after five years, I realize I know nothing.
6. I can't write while TV shows or movies are playing, but can really knock out the word count during football and basketball games.
7. My eyes have macular degeneration. Wet in one eye and dry in the other. Even my eyes don't match.
8. I've got a vivid imagination, but can't come up with one decent book title.
9. I can eat an 8 ounce candy bar and gain 6 pounds, 9 ounces (Go figure).
10. It's a compulsion to give all my children, grandchildren, and book heroines nicknames, even though I find them annoying for other people.
11. It's easier for me to fall going up steps than it is for me to fall going down.
12. I hate talking on the phone, but will instant message you to death.
13. I can do math in my head, but put a formula in front of me and my brain freezes.
14. I can drink whiskey and strong mixed drinks, but am drunk on half a beer.
15. I can grow silk flowers, but real ones seem to die (My sons claim it's the lack of watering).
16. I passed my driver's license test by wearing a mini-skirt, now if I wear a short skirt, I'm arrested for indecent exposure.
17. I can speak in Spanish, French, and Japanese and stutter in them all. I have a multi-lingual stutter.
18. I come from strong German stock, yet I can throw my back out with one good sneeze.
19. I have half an ovary and that little puppy worked so hard I was still having hot flashes and night sweats at 63.
20. My one salivary gland was removed because of cancer. You can say you know a writer who isn't worth spit and you'd be right.
21. I've had skin cancer in a spot that hadn't seen the sun in 40 years.
22. I can read and write music, but the only instrument I can play is the accordion. However, my boobs get caught in the billows.
There you go, my 23 opposing and complicated pair of chromosomes. Ooops! Well, darn, there are only 22. Hey, I'm a writer, not a mathematician.
