Thing’s I’m good at getting wrong…
The perfect amount of pasta, it’s enough for a small village or nothing.
The amount of time that’s passed on the treadmill, it’s been 20 minutes, right? Oh, 6 minutes…
The correct way to wear a swimsuit, I recently discovered that I’d spent the past 6 months wearing my swimsuit back to front.
If I should risk tickling Lily’s belly or not…
The moves to any kind of dance; I have my very own ChaCha Slide routine, it’s…creative.
Left and right.
Thinking I’d replied to a text/tweet/e-mail/FB message, when actually I’ve just replied in my head.
What a serving 15/20g of Nutella/Peanut Butter actually looks like, my kitchen scales are wrong.
Eating finger food in a neat and ladylike way.
My name, I mean obviously I know my name is Katie but this whole change of surname is proving somewhat confusing for my small, overcrowded mind.
After all these year’s, a small part of me believes that G will think that ‘I’m fine’ means I’m actually fine and not that I’m covering up what is bothering me. He knows that’s not the case when I say, ‘I’m fine‘ but I keep on saying it like a stuck record.
Thinking I’m giving my G a really seductive look, then he asks why I’m going cross-eyed…
Climbing into bed, settling down for the night and creating scenario’s that will never come true and are quite clearly incorrect and slightly insane.
Doing one thing at a time, why focus on one thing when you can partly start 32 other jobs and leave them unfinished?
When to stop talking.
Makeup application, today’s look is natural with a touch of clown.
Waiting – See treadmill minute, the same applies to a microwave minute and queuing.
Convincing myself that I don’t read to write it down, of course, I’ll remember. Sorry, what was that you asked me to do?