Forget climbing Mt. Everest, sky diving or bungee jumping. This is serious, folks, things I’m really afraid of, in no order of importance:
Knitting
Eating monkey brains or any kind of prairie oysters, spleen or rectum of any animal
Being at any 50th reunion
Singing karaoke
Running into the mean girls/bosses/co-workers who made my life a living hell (running over them is another story, another post)
Taking the Lake Express across Lake Michigan (I call it the Upchuck Express)
Shooting. Anything. Or living South of the Mason-Dixon Line (except Texas because it was a nation, once).
Apologizing for being born or created.
Voting the same as my husband or father-in law.
Putting beans in Lady Bird Johnson’s Pedernales Chili (Texas Chili has no beans).
That’s about it. What’s your list? Dee
Cooking with Dee 