A few days ago, the Maverick Philosopher linked to us in connection with an Andrew Klavan post he wrote, primarily pointing out this article from The Weekly Standard.
So, now I have to confess what’s wrong with me, eh? Well, one man’s weird is another man’s social obligation. I should ask my sister what is truly weird about me. Take for example:
1. I always carry a pocket handkerchief. I’m sure some people think that’s weird.
2. I can’t break the habit of falling asleep while praying, bent double on the floor with the circulation in my legs (and sometimes my arms) cut off.
3. For all the joking I do about beer, the closest I’ve come to drinking one is a sip of someone else’s O’Doul’s.
4. Despite #3, I confess I have consumed almost an entire bottle of Cognac on my own. Over several months, but still without any help from the sweet wife, who avoids alcoholic and caffeinated beverages like stagnant pond water.
5. From memory, I can sing a few songs from the American War of Independence.
Tags: I’d like to see Blestwithsons and Lintefiniel take this up, if they haven’t already.
That’s right. You’re supposed to tag someone, aren’t you. My bad.
Makes no hill of beans to me. Feel free to tag someone behind the scenes.
You’re not weird! Of course, I know all those same songs from the Revolutionary War…
Asking one’s sister what’s weird about you sounds like a very effective ploy. I’m sure my sister could easily come up with a number of doozies that I overlooked.
I’ve already asked my husband and my visiting parents. We’ve come up with some stuff…
My first tag from Brandywine…I feel so special!
Is that weird?