I’m a stair-tripping, shower-singing, super sarcastic pain in the rear. My friends constantly tell me I need to be on stage somewhere. My own mother pokes fun at me because I cackle when I laugh and sometimes I even snort. I love curling up in bed when it’s raining and dancing in my car at stoplights. I spend as much time as I can outdoors, unless it’s super cold and then I need a massive bonfire, s’mores and a stack of blankets. I have a walk-in closet that is filled with too many shoes and needs to be extended about 10 feet. I never leave the house without a camera and am always writing story ideas on tiny pieces of paper, which usually get lost in my purse collection.  Bad grammar and spelling are definitely deal-breakers and drive me crazy! I have an addiction to the water that I can’t quit (but certainly tried to when I moved to upstate New York). My favorite flowers are gerber daisies, orchids and tulips. I’m infatuated with polka dots. I fall easily for men who are musically inclined. I am a big fan of fried okra the way my grandma used to make it.  I’m always up to something. I love hardwood floors, funky paintings, sensual music, sarcastic people and Christmas. I frequent the movie theater just because I’m craving popcorn and I think most photography looks better in black and white. I’m definitely a night owl. My room is decorated in lime green and light blue and reminds me of a spa. I’m fond of picnics, late night dinners, cabernet (even though it turns my lips and teeth slightly purple), Ceviche’s mojitos and Selva Grill’s bellini martinis. French toast makes me weak in the knees — may I have more powdered sugar, please?