Um, Am I the Biggest Nerd in the World?

I just woke up this morning and thought, "Yesterday, I posted a list of my 100 favorite books. 100 books! That are my favorite, cherished books." And the funny thing, until I went to and coached Mashuga's first soccer game (which went rather well, BTW), I didn't talk to a single soul above the age of 8.

Hmmmm....

Perhaps it's time to rethink my life.

And you know what I think is even more funny, nerdy about this?

I actually thought that posting a list of 100 books would be more interesting to read than a list of 100 tidbits about me like " Yes, I had an imaginary friend. His name was Albert. He lived in a pink house about two blocks from my house. We liked to go places together." and "I once broke someone's arm while playing soccer. I'm not proud of it and if I could go back, I'd make her chocolate chip cookies and be her personal slave at school until she got her cast off."

So, um, I think I'll leave "Biggest Nerd in the World" title to Napolean, but I'm a little scared at how close I sometimes come to that title.

So, do you want me to post the list I had going, about me?

But then, that makes me feel terribly vain. OF COURSE, you'd want to read ONE HUNDRED things about me. All about me.

But, then again, I have a friend who did this for her hundredth post (the about me list, not the nerdy book list) and I rather enjoyed reading her list.

Beauty, clerk. Over and out.

I've got to go pick up the little nerdlings in training from school.