Things I am truly BAD at

There are some things I just can not do.  Or, at least can not do well.

• Sing.  Sure, I can physically sing a song, but it won’t be in any key you’ve ever heard, although your dog might join in.
• Dance.  I have no rhythm.  None.  Even when I’ve had a couple grown up drinks and think I do?  I do not.
• Back up in a car.  Just ask my recycle bins, shrubbery, and neighborhood children.
• Cut things.  I can not chop, slice, dice, or Julienne.  I mean I can do it, but my knife skills rival that of a blind 2 year old.  Once at my birthday dinner my MIL wanted me to cut the cake, which was a beautiful cheesecake she made from scratch.  I made one erratic, sloppy slice that took considerable effort on my part (and I thought looked pretty good for me) and my MIL quickly gathered everything up and ran back to the kitchen to cut the cake herself.
• Stay still.  I’m a fidgeter.  I have tons of nervous energy.  I just can’t be still.  Waiting in a line quietly is full on TORTURE.
• Watch a movie without saying a word, laughing out loud, crying out loud, or screaming.   I can’t help myself, I get into movies.  Don’t believe me?  Ask my sisters why they fight about who HAS to sit next to me, not who GETS to.