Yeah, so... technical difficulties. No picture this hour. Check me at 10 for one. Instead, I bring you an explanation off my 100 things list...
#6 I love pickles. A LOT.
When I go to the store, I have to buy two jars or I'll run out before the next trip to the store. When I was little, I'd run around our campsites with a pickle in each hand. My dad called me his two-fisted pickle muncher. Which... now that I'm older... Dirty. I should mention that the love is dill only, though recently i can tolerate sweet relish...
Posted by Judy at August 6, 2005 09:00 AMheeee. So many bad comments here. Nice to know you've liked pickles from an early age. :P
Posted by: Caryn at August 6, 2005 09:42 AMI am also eating a squirting sausage for breakfast.
Dirty Girl.
Posted by: Judy at August 6, 2005 10:11 AMWow! Two-fisted, huh? The things you learn about your friends. I suppose I had a similar fixation with pickles, too.
Posted by: Keegan at August 6, 2005 12:50 PM