Some people march to the beat of their own drummers. I’m a member of the Some Club.

• I have no idea what truffle oil is.
• I have never been antiquing at Round Top and likely never will.
• My daughter’s fancy mixer intimidates me.
• I enjoy staying home.
• BMW trumps all.
• I proudly admit to watching “The Young and the Restless” almost everyday.
• I would never even consider cooking something that has more than five ingredients.
• I have never been to Florida for spring break.
• I would never put a decal or sticker on my car unless required by law.
• If I did put a decal or sticker on my car, it would be something about me, not my kids, because it’s my car, not theirs. (possibilities: Vineyard Vines whale decal, SMU sticker)
• I do not have to talk on the cell phone when I’m driving.
• I have one pair of dress pants — black ones, to be exact — and 2 pair of jeans that I really, really like. I wear them A LOT. In fact, I’m wearing the jeans now.
• I grew up in the country near a small town of about 5,000 people. Two very excellent high schools not too far from my Houston home have enrollments about three-fourths that size.
• I absolutely will not drink tap water because I did a months-long marketing project associated with the city’s water system.
• I hate to grocery shop.
• I also hate to shop for clothes unless it’s in another country.
• Every Christmas present I bought this year was purchased online.
• I’m exceptionally great at parallel parking.
• Small talk isn’t my thang.
• I prefer red wine that costs less than $15 a bottle… and that’s even a stretch.
• Shorthand is my written language of choice.
• I would never ever ever ever go in public wearing a sports bra without a shirt.
• I have short hair.
• I did not get an engagement ring. And here’s why: I. Did. Not. Want. One.
• I do not run. And those that do kinda make me feel like a slouch.

And if feeling like a slouch isn’t enough to make Buffy bitchy, I don’t know what is.

Only Buffy isn’t bitchy, because in the end, pounding your joints on the pavement is a personal choice. Just give me an episode of “The Young and the Restless” while I sit in my comfortable upholstered chair wearing my favorite pair of jeans sipping an inexpensive glass of wine held by my hand that doesn’t sport an engagement ring in the home I love where my non-decaled SUV is parked outside and I’ll be happy marching to the beat of my own drum. Very, very happy.