Week Late, Six Dollars Short

Or something.  Tony tagged me, and I haven't checked my inbox in a while...sorry!  I wasn't ignoring you on purpose--that you know of, anyway.

Here are the rules:

Link to the person who tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Write 6 random things about yourself.
Tag 6-ish people at the end of your post.
Let each person know he/she has been tagged.
Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

So I'm supposed to tell you 6 things about myself that you don't know.  Huh.  That's actually a poser, since I've sort of been the Queen of Overshare on this blog, and I'd like to keep this somewhat clean.

Here goes nothing--stop me if you've heard these before:

• I was almost chewed on by a rat as an infant.  This is a long story involving a crawlspace at my grandparents' house, a nearby creek, industrious rodential gnawing, and my mother awakening suddenly in the middle of the night to see a large shadowy figure on the rail of my crib. Thwacking and screaming and wall-patching apparently ensued. There may have been a shotgun involved.
• My thumbs are double-jointed.  You would think this would be cool, and you would be wrong.  I cannot do any sort of manual sewing, because holding the needle forces my thumb joint into strange and awkward positions that quickly become painful. This is why when buttons fall off of our clothing, they stay gone.  Alas, our familial dreams of sartorial splendor are dashed by my thumb joints--at least that's what I'm telling myself this week.
• In 8th grade I won an award in a Pop Warner-sponsored essay contest for submitting an essay wherein I described my ideal parents as Alan Alda and Carol Burnette. There's really nothing I can add to that statement that will make it okay, is there?
• I dropped creamed spinach on General Westmoreland when I waited on his table at the Eseeola Lodge.  He was quite gracious about it.
• My best friend in second grade gave me head lice.  She had short, thin, fine blonde hair, so the infestation was no problem for her.  I had approximately 4,000 tons of extremely long, thick, coarse brown hair.  That was the worst two weeks of my life. And even after everything, neither family ever acknowledged the fact that their daughters had caught lice.  It was like a secret scarlet "L" of shame, never to be spoken of again. I feel cleansed now.
• I once had a palm reader tell me that I had an actual guardian angel looking after me. I know. However, the aforementioned rat story did stop me from laughing out loud at this tidbit of information.

Um, I'm supposed to tag people now.  As I have no friends, I feel that I am exempt from this portion of the game.  I know!  I am such a rebel!  However, I'd like to invite any readers who feel inclined to leave a little-known fact about themselves in the comments, because I am nosy.