Driving a stick shift. It's just too much to think about at once.

I'm also technologically illiterate.

I can't fix things.  You know, like stuff that needs repairs.  Any attempt to do so results in a whole lot of cursing and smashing things.

Yeah, that and you don't like beets!  

I have zero hand-eye coordination.

I never learned how to drive a stick shift. I could probably figure it out if stranded, but...

I have no sense of direction and have a recurring nightmare about taking the wrong exit on the highway and not being able to get back to where I need to be.

I can't play any instrument at all, or even read music.

I too cannot drive a stick shift, but I don't keep it a secret.  If anyone ever teams up with me for Amazing Race, I'll do all the eating challenges and jump off shit, but you have to drive the weird cars.

As for taking the wrong freeway exit and not being able to get back where you need to be... don't drive in Honolulu.  Trust me.

 

Indeed...not a big fan!

You've never had mine, I can convert you......address please?

I know people who mail cookies and fudge.

 

You mail beets.  Hmmm.

 

And my homemade organic grape jelly from homegrown grapes. The beets are pickled in jars of course.

I used to work at a parcel service and mailed crap around the world and nothing ever got broken.

It's all about the bubble wrap baby.

I have a gorgeous flower garden, over 200 feet of beds, it's huge. I have been asked to put in on the local garden

tour (didnt, too much work).

However I cannot and I mean ever, keep a house plant alive.

I have fake ficus in my house to disguise the speakers for the surround sound. I am truly ashamed.

Ssssshhhh, don't tell anyone.

I don't want to know about the bubble wrap baby.

Yeah right, you totally want to know.