On the Tenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Tenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

Singing in a church choir reminded me of that strange, very insular competitiveness I had blissfully FORGOTTEN ABOUT.

I didn't tell them I'm a professional singer.

I still sight sing like a demon.

My feet are narrow---AA with AAAA heels.

I've had a lifelong fascination with poop.

Probably due to the fact I do not EXCEL at doody duty.

I recently learned if one pulls one's knees up as if one is in a squatting position, doody duty is easy peasy lemon squeezy.

My shoes serve as decoration on a ladder in my home.

For years in NYC I survived with only 1 1/2 closets.

I have a dead person corner.