Never Have I Ever

So Nadine over at Back East Blonde (one of my favorite blogs, check her out!) and some other lovely ladies are hosting a never have I ever link up!

Since this was a game near and dear to my heart in my theatre days (lying skills=acting skills) I had to join in.

Never Have I Ever...

Snuck out of my house. This adolescent act of rebellion seems like it was a right of passage to many, but lets be real: I'm still scared of the dark. There ain't no way I'm sneaking out in the dead of night, even though I had the perfect window for it.

Bought platform heels. At 5'10 (and having been there since I was 12), platforms have always been out of reach (hahahahaHA) for me. They made me so tall that I felt even more awkward (no easy feat), so I never learned to walk in them, and now when I try them on I terrify fellow Rack Room shoppers by teetering around like a T-Rex in those tiny aisles.

Had stage fright. I've been on stage since I was 10, and I just never had that gene that made me nervous about it.  I guess I'm so used to making a fool of myself in public that doing it in a forum where people are supposed to pay attention to you doing it just doesn't faze me.

Willingly sat through any of the subsequent Twilight movies. 

Taken off my own nailpolish with a cotton ball.  However, the experience has been forced upon me by manicurists. Which is why I hardly ever get my nails done. I hate those suckers. They make that high pitched squealing noise when they pull apart and they feel weird on your nails and the little fuzzies get stuck to your nails and you can't get them out... UGH UGH UGH I HATE COTTON BALLS.

Slept in the car on an overnight trip. I get that it's fun and adventurous, but I am willing to fork over the cash for a mattress over sleeping with the seat belt buckle digging into my spine.

Spent over 100 bucks on a bag. I have been tempted. Many, many times have I been tempted. But in the end my miserly ways cannot be shaken.

Been spelunking. I've been in commercial caves, even a couple that required climbing and other harrowing actions. But I'm not wiggling through a tiny rock crevice that may or may not be a dead end. Or may or may not house little people-eating monsters. Have you seen The Descent?