That cop gave me a ticket

Here I was, minding my own business, just driving around the internet in my old, dialup backup machine (you know there is a story in the reason for that!) when I see a sign in the distance. It tells me I Have Been Tagged by Remo.

Remo is a cop. He says I have to do something, then I will do it. I was rather surprised he used pink ink, but here are the rules:

Here are the rules; the first player of this game starts with the topic. Five weird habits of yourself and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

Do I have to do this even though he didn't leave me a comment? Remo broke the rules, Remo broke the rules...

I am pretty sure I did this voluntarily a long time ago in my journal. I know I have weird habits and I wear them proudly. Well, most of them, anyway. Let's see which five pop into my head first:

1. Well, Remo mentioned that he puts his socks on before his pants. After a shower, the first thing I put on is socks. Nothing else, just socks first. I remember stating this before because I thought it was weird, and Kathi said she does it too. Why do I remember that when I can't remember what I did yesterday?

2. Like Mrs L, I have very neat and clean drawers and closets. The rest is clean, but not always neat.

3. I walk on the right side of people. I am not comfortable on the left side and will move over. I am not sure where that came from, perhaps from when child was younger and I held her down, I mean held her little hand with my left and kept my right free to open doors, pry her inquiring hands off things, and such.

4. I read a lot of books. Lately, even more books than that. When I read a book I like, I then find every book that author wrote and read them, too. Once I was out of books to read, so I went back to school and got my master's degree in administration. Then I had a couple of years of reading to catch up on that I missed. Worked for me.

5. I do not like coffee. I know, it's Unamerican and maybe inhuman. But I don't like the smell of it or anything flavored with it. I love chocolate but dislike dark partly because it often has a coffee undertaste to it. I do not understand why anyone wants to stick hot water made with ground up old hard nuts into their mouths. I am surely not touching the kind made from coffee beans crapped out by civets. Eww.

I know I am supposed to tag 5 people. Remo told me to. So, I tag the first five people who read this who haven't been tagged yet. You are on the honor system. Have fun.