* Steve Martin makes me retch. The IDEA of Steve Martin makes me twitch. I cannot watch movies or tv shows where Steve Martin appears. I don't know why but I imagine him smelling like mayonnaise and eggs mixed together. NO. STEVE. MARTIN.
* As a matter of fact, I often associate smells with certain people. Sometimes the smells have nothing to do with the person, sometimes they just represent what I *think* they should/would smell like. i.e.: When I think of PapaChris, I think of fresh-mown grass. When I think of IrishGrrl, I think of the smell of Estee Lauder lipstick. When I think of Arwen, I think of Violets. And for the record, Jackhammer is "new car smell". etc. etc.
* I have a fear of falling down into a pile of vomit. If I think about it too much, it makes my hands sweat.
* I sleepwalk. A lot. Jackhammer has caught me doing random and wild things during our tenure.
* I have a secret "twin" language with my dog and she understands me.
"Ooosaboo itta puddy gah!"