1. Erica does not like to have her belly button poked or in any way touched. Seriously. I think her belly button is more sensitive than most people's fingertips, except it only registers one sensation: pain. If my goal is ever to make Erica angry, I know just what button to press.
2. Erica lived her high school years at the base of one of the Cottonwood Canyons in Salt Lake City, mere minutes away from some of the greatest skiing on all of planet Earth, but I think she only went one time.
3. Number 2 was in part due to the fact that she broke her ankle right around the time she moved to Utah. Thanks to some incredibly incompetent rural Texas doctors, who told her it wasn't broken and to just walk it off (advice which necessitated later surgery and pins in her ankle), we are simply grateful she can use that foot. She is now very careful and resists the urge to jump over luggage.
4. Erica loves chocolate. A lot. This could have something do with the fact that she is part American Indian (1/16 I believe). Check out her baby photos for any necessary proof of that lineage. As a baby I think she looked like an Eskimo. A very cute one. Erica is also a descendant of Parley P. Pratt.
5. Erica is the only person I have met who, after being exposed to me for longer than a few weeks, can stand to be in my presence.
6. Erica is very self conscious of her singing, but I think she has a beautiful voice.
7. Erica suffers from what I like to call "worry all the time syndrome" or "WATTS." I happen to suffer from "dimentia of obvious facts ultra syndrome" also known as "DOOFUS." She helps me get to the dentist regularly, ensures we eat healthy and delicious food, reminds me to bathe at somewhat regular intervals, and so on. In turn, I assure her that we will both be alive tomorrow, one day we won't have crushing student loan debt, and that the sky, is in fact, not falling. To sum up, I keep her heart rate below 1,000 and Erica keeps my heart beating (thanks hon).
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Hey, Tom. Very funny..... Hey, Erica came by WATTS naturally. It's genetic!
I do have to say something in defense of the doctors in Texas. If memory serves, Erica was here for a visit, and it was decided that she would have surgery after she got back to Utah rather than have it here! I don't believe waiting was the doctor's recommendation.
BTW - the chocolate thing is inherited, too......
Actually, the doctor in Texas didn't even think it was broken when I got there so he had me try to walk on it. When I went to the orthopedic specialist in Utah, the doctor said if I hadn't tried to walk on it I probably wouldn't have needed surgery.
Tom, our marraige is somewhat similar to yours. It's John who has WATTS and I am the DOFUS. We are both very lucky that we have these worriers to make sure we stay alive.
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