My brothers roll their eyes in disgust, but deep down inside I know it's really their way of showing admiration.
My father's eyes get huge.
My mother. Aaaah...my mother. It's a combination of shock, horror, and slight admiration. I think.
"YOU are a LADY!!!" she reminds me every time I belch.
You see, I can belch. Like really belch. It's impressive. I consider it a talent.
My mother?
Not. So. Much.
When my family sees me drinking warm soda, they run.
I rarely drink soda for that reason. Coke Zero, Sprite Zero, Diet A&W Root Beer. Happy sigh. How I love them. But I avoid them.
You know one of my biggest disappointments in life? I can't fake belch. Not a lick. Zip. Zilch. Nada. It's kind of disappointing. My brother? Well, Austin can belch the alphabet. It's like a belching symphony. And I get jealous every time he does it.
And there you have today's fun fact and a confession from an overgrown tomboy.
By the way, I'm single and available. Wink.
HA HA HA!
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