A few people have mentioned to me they are “jealous” of our recent travels. One friend suggested maybe I post something that wouldn’t instill envy in a reader. Ask, and ye shall receive.
- I’m only 5’3″.
- I have a cowlick above my forehead. It’s so pronounced that my hair parts in a perpetual 80s wave and I almost broke up with my stylist in Brooklyn because she said cowlick = no bangs. You will give me Reese Witherspoon bangs Lina, or I am QUITTING YOU. So she did.
- Nobody is clear on the color of my eyes. Including me. And the DMV.
- I have a “hole in my chest,” like my brothers. I am not sure the proper terminology since the way I just described it sounds like we were all gunned down by a roving group of marauder play-groupers in our leafy suburban enclave of Lyon Village when we were young. Actually, apparently it is called “pectus excavatum” and just typing those words made me throw up a little in my mouth. And we all have it subtly, hopefully, so that’s not so bad. But there was a rumor when we were little that a neighbor kid had it so bad he had to get surgery to have his sternum cracked outwards. Even sadder, there are a million youtube videos spawned by boys with worse versions of this (for example http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpUcFNCkQpk&feature=related). Oh life.
- My ears border on freakishly small.
- If I reach all the way into my belly button, it sends a terrible shiver through my pelvis. I thought everyone had this, but the other day Bryan told me I was crazy and jammed his finger into his bellybutton for proof that he is not afflicted. He also told me that pelvic shivers are no excuse not to clean my bellybutton. But I think they are.
- Look, I am not saying this is all my mom and dad’s fault. But it is.