10 Day "You" Challenge

10 Day "You" Challenge - Day 1

I recently saw this on another blog and thought I'd join in the fun!

So, today I share TEN Secrets/Truths:

1. I have a random fear that reaching my arms over my head in a room with a ceiling fan will result in my losing my hands.
2. I am 6'1" and am petrified of heights. Random, I know.
3. If I could eat carbs EVERY day without any health or weight consequences I would. Potatoes, pasta, bread...yum!
4. I've never been ice skating or rollerblading. Ever.
5. I LOVE terrible, trashy, "reality" TV.
6. My engagement story is one of the best ever (I may be a bit partial) and I really wish more people would ask, "How did you get engaged?"
7. If I won the lottery, I'd pay off all my bills and never tell anyone.
8. I had to delete Candy Crush off my phone because I was afraid I'd become one of "those" people who started paying out the wazoo for "extra lives".
9. I'm a constant worrier.
10. I sleep with knife by my bed when my husband is out of town and refuse to go down to the basement. Because, robbers.

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