David has gone the “not technically tagging you” route to tag me for this. Here’s the rules.
1) Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself.
3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Are there seven things about me you don’t know? I don’t know.
1. I cannot resist rubbing cat bellies, even though I know most of the time I’m going to get bit.
2. I cannot function without caffeine. I have no caffeine in the house right now. You’re lucky you can read this.
3. I really like having friends that know me well, but I have to say that nothing bothers me more than feeling like my motivations are utterly transparent.
4. I hate knitting and I resent the cool things knitters can make. As a 4.5, I truly believe that there are knitters and crochetters and that we come together in common purpose because we both need yarn, but otherwise, I don’t think we have much in common.
5. I want to learn to spin.
6. I believe that a willingness to polka redeems just about anyone.
7. The thing I hate most about pickles is that they have such a satisfying crunch coupled with such an awful taste. Why would something that is so much fun to eat taste so bad?
Ha, you can for sure tell this is the Diet Dr Pepper-less rant from me, seeing as it’s all about how much I hate everything! Well, at least that makes me laugh.
I’m not going to choose seven folks. Just Lee. Just because.
Tiny Cat Pants 
I hate you.
Give me a day.
spin? like the exercise class where people ride bikes that go nowhere? like on a dance floor – beat boy style or ballroom style? like a top?
If I know, maybe I could help you learn.
Thanks so much Aunt B! Sorry Lee. I normally don’t participate in such things, but Mom-nos caught me at a vulnerable juncture.
And yeah, why the hell do cats do that? Doesn’t every creature like having its belly rubbed? Sheesh.
I spin on the bike that goes nowhere, but I’m guessing from your entries 4 and 4.5 that you refer to wool. Having raised sheep for some years (no longer) I would encouage you on that. My wife spun yarn, made felt, crocheted (no knitting really) hats of single-ply yarn dyed with onion skins (yellow), and other such cool things. She got a lot out of it. Find your local sheep farmers.
Thanks again for meme-ing.
Don’t mind Lee. He deserves it for suggesting that my girl Dumpster Muffin should spend some time in the feminine hygiene aisle.
Please.
Everyone knows (or should know) that if the smell of your cooter has earned you the nickname Dumpster Muffin, you need to be checking that shit out with your gynocologist, not masking it with glorified salad dressing.
Oh, and p.s. David, yes, that kind of spinning! She dyed her own stuff, too? That gives me the anticipatory heebie jeebies.
I knew it! Make one tasteless vagina joke….
I thought the problem was not that it was tasteless, but that it tasted like a dumpster…
Heh. Nice comeback.
Yikes. I’m clearly outclassed here, and don’t really want to get in the middle of anything but the male nether region can produce some serious stench too, no?
And, judging by her name, Dumpster Muffin surely possesses other great charms than her virgina (Sarah Silverman says it like that sometimes- funny?), right?
But anywho, would that be Thousand Islands or House dressing? Oh, Vinaigrette, right?
Never mind.
Spinning and dying should not produce any anticipatory heebe jeebes. They are simple and forgiving crafts. Could cut into your time at the keyboard though.
Oh and I think I get your item on willingness to polka, but never having polka’d can’t say for sure. No offense to anyone intended here, but what little I’ve seen of polka has kinda creeped me out. Like clowns and carnies.
Crap. Nevermind.
Oh how I wish that it could be like vinagrette.