Number 11: Presents!
I’m glad we’re commanded to give, because giving and receiving presents are two of the world’s greatest phenomenon.
Interestingly enough, this leads to another one of the greatest things of the summer: my birthday! I kid.
Number 12 is irrational phobias.
Particularly those of my friends.
If I had a recent picture of Hillary that I had taken myself, I would insert a blog entry detailing why I love her. I don’t have one. Not even of her opening the above gift which delighted me so to find. (For being a genius, I’m not very good at thinking on my feet.) So for now, a picture of her phobia will do.
I suppose if I knew why she was afraid of whales, this fear wouldn’t be classified as irrational; however, living in the midwest isn’t safety enough, and a book like this gives her the willies. Still, she continually seems tickled, not ambushed, by soap dispensers and ice cream scoops and other paraphernalia that make her friends think of her.
