I don't remember my dreams. I'm one of those weird people. I know there are tricks and things you can do, but I never remember my dreams.

I feel really content in my 30s actually. I don't feel like the wisest person in the world but I definitely don't worry or stress like I used to.

I definitely know that I'm quirky. I know that I'm different. Red hair definitely made me different growing up.

I was really across-the-board, like a nutcase. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, so I just did everything. I was even part of FHA, Future Homemakers of America. How lost was I?

This morning I was laughing at my cat who was running up the stairs and slipped, and pretended like it didn't happen.

My husband calls me a ginger every single day of my life, so that Im completely used to it, and Ive come to see it as a term of endearment.

I was a big fan of 'The Smurfs' growing up, even though by default - my mom used to force me to watch because she was a 'Smurfs' fan.