I’m a fidgeter.

Natural born. Native to Colorado. Loves coffee.

There was a time when I thought this fidgeting personality trait was a universal thing, but apparently it’s not.

Some of us are just more fidgety than the rest.

I’m not sure if this is solely because I have more pent up energy than others, or for some alternate reason.

My theory is that my brain goes at an overly manic pace most of the time and the only place for all that maniacal brain fritz to go is out my tapping toes, or drumming fingers.

I’m basically trying to tell you that I’m the worst person possible to sit next to on a long car ride. Just ask my siblings.

The sign above comes to you care of the new, giant IKEA here in Colorado. That whole store and its ability to pull you into its orbit due to sheer size is for another blog post. For now, know this: you cannot get a hot dog the size of about six of me stacked end to end for 50 cents.

Glad we cleared that up.

Finally, today this happened:

Coworker: “You startled me. I’m not used to seeing you away from your desk. It’s like seeing a severed arm on the side of the road.”

I hear they call this flattery.