I can't swim.

Most people are surprised when they discover that I never learned how. The most amusing response I've gotten (on several occasions) has been "What if the island sinks?" C'mon people, if the island actually sinks then we're all screwed, swimmers or not.

I secretly enjoy getting caught in the rain.

Of course there's lots of conditions to that last statement. I will enjoy it if I have someplace warm that I will eventually end up in, if I'm not carrying something that will be destroyed by water (like documents or electronics), and only if I'm in Hawaii or a similar climate. Once I was caught in the rain in DC, it was a cold piercing rain that chilled to the bone. I understand why some mainland people wince when I tell them that I like getting caught in the rain.

I love baths.

The one thing that I don't like about the apartment is that I can't take baths here. There is a tub, but the drain doesn't plug. And if it did, I'm not sure I'd want to bathe in that tub. (Don't ask, let's just say I wouldn't feel very clean.) When I go to my parents' house with their functional and un-abused bathtub, I pour in the bubble bath, close my eyes, and soak until the water goes cold.