Things I Don't Do

I don't buy books.

I'll only read it once so why spend the money? We have a huge, well stocked library where we live, and I can always find what I am looking for. If I can't find it, then I get online and reserve it...then I sit on top of my e-mail waiting for them to let me know that the book has been returned and I can come pick it up. I've never read the same book twice, and I've never had the desire to. Exception-Cookbooks.

I don't mop the floors.

I'll sweep, and even vacuum, but I won't don't mop. Chris doesn't mind doing it, so I'm lucky. And if you know Chris, you know he's more thorough at those kind of things, so it's better that way.

I don't eat like a grown up.

I don't, and I admit it, I eat like a 5 year old. Between chicken strips and enchiladas, Chris shakes his head at me every time. Not only that, but once I find something I like to eat at a restaurant, I never get anything else. Chris will try something new every time and I wish I was more daring like him. Why mess with a good thing? If I know I like it then I'm sticking with it.

I don't buy movies.

This one goes along with the first one. I don't usually watch a movie a second time so I don't feel the need to waste the money. If I know how the movie ends, I don't care to watch it. Chris is the total opposite. He will watch the same move 764 times and laugh just as hard at the funny parts the 764th time, as he did the first time he watched it. It annoys me. But, it annoys him that I won't buy movies. I can count the movies that we have bought in our nearly 5 years together on one hand. Two were gifts, and one is still in the plastic wrapper.

I don't like dogs.

Really, I don't. I'll tolerate them but I'll never own one. They smell bad when they come in from outside and they're too clingy. Maybe when I say "clingy" I mean loyal? I don't know, but I don't want a dog under my feet/in my lap 24/7. I'll keep my super independent cat any day. And no, a litter box does not bother me. Don't get me wrong, I've seen cute dogs and I don't mind dog sitting and stuff like that, I just don't want one in my house all the time.

I don't take care of myself like I should.

I should know that I need to take better care of myself after seeing what my mom went through. But I don't. I need to make myself 3 different appointments with 3 different doctors right now, and I just keep putting it off. I don't know why. Oh wait, I do know why, because I know I'm not taking good enough care of myself.

I don't kill bugs.

They gross me out, I don't get near them. If I'm home alone and there is a bug in the house, I'll distance myself with either doors, pillows, furniture, whatever it takes to keep it away from me. Then I'll text Chris and tell him to hurry up and get home because there's a bug.

Gross.