Tagged...

I got tagged merely by reading a post, so consider yourself tagged, too! And you can blame the culprit here. Five things you might not know about me....

1. I'm a published author. My evil twin has also published something in my name. I now have a contract out on her.

2. I talk to myself. Like I have entire conversations, even debates, with myself. Sometimes when someone catches me (usually my husband), I pretend like I was exercising a sore spot in my jaw or trying to excise food stuck under the back of my tongue.

3. Five years, six months, and twenty-two days after the last episode of X-Files, I'd still sell my firstborn (sorry, kid) for an illicit encounter with David Duchovny, and Tea can bite my arse. No offense, Tea, you were just brilliant in The Naked Truth... er, the original version, anyway.

4. I was a midshipman at Georgia Tech, tried to bag out day two of INFORM (indoctrination) weekend, got sucked back in, injured my knee thanks to a certain battalion XO who got drunk and crazy with his metal back brace, hurt too much to walk across campus winter quarter to half my classes, couldn't take the PRT, lost my scholarship, and praised all the gods of every pantheon for rescuing my soul from the Navy once I realized what the military was really like.

5. I still have a pretty nasty scar on my inner thigh ... way up high on my inner thigh ... where a brown recluse spider bit me when we were stationed in Pensacola for flight school before the NAMI Whammy struck. I saw a doctor, who could have probably helped the situation, but he was convinced the quarter-inch-deep hole in the fatty tissue of my thigh was an infected mosquito bite, in spite of us finding and killing a brown recluse in our apartment two days after the bite happened. Need I mention it was a Navy doc?

All right. Your turn! Ready, set, go.