On the Twenty-First Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...
This is getting exceedingly difficult...
I've had three German Shepherds.
I am REALLY allergic to cats.
I think cats are kinda rude.
There was one cat I liked and to whom I wasn't allergic. He was an outdoor cat.
This cat and I would fall asleep paw in hand. Indoors.
I am fearless with accents.
I'm pretty sure I've brushed most of the enamel off my teeth. Oops.
I sweat like a pig.
I have to use clinical strength deodorants when I perform.
And dress pads.
I appreciate open minds.
I ask "why" a lot.
I ask "how" a lot.
My nephew creates a Christmas Pageant each year that is both heartbreaking and heartening.
I love fudge.
I love beautiful hankies.
A rare steak is the bee's knees.
I can and do eat a jar of peanut butter in a sitting.
I wear less make-up as I age.
I used to go by Chris and Chrissy.
I will kick in the shins if you call me Chris and Chrissy now.