"V" Is For Vices

I can't confess that I have any vices in the moral fault category.  I am just awaiting my sainthood.  But I have a few trivial faults.  I know.  I know.  When you meet me (and read me online) you wouldn't believe it.  I'm just so cute, squishy, and lovable. 
Easiest to make a list:

1. I stereotype girls who wear bobby pins.  And the bobby pins show.  I don't know what the stereotype is besides "Girls I Generally Will Not Like."  I get the use of the bobby pin.  And I have one (of my three) hair styles that requires 2 bobby pins.  But they are hidden and discreet.  I don't have 38 bobby pins holding my bangs back or my ponytail up. 
2. I never say, "Thanks, you too" when someone tells me to have a good day.  Normally a cashier or a bank teller.  I, rudely, respond with an "I will"  or just the plain "thank you."  And I always walk away feeling like less of a good citizen.
3. I can't read a "dragon book" or a "learning book."  I think dragon books are more officially called fantasy?  Or nerdy?  Ken just bought the Game of Thrones series to read.  He's never read any dragon books either but is overly excited to read it.  I just shake my head... not the man I married.  And as far as learning books- phst.  Nonfiction is not my thing.  I read a ton of nonfiction in college and I feel set for life.  I occasionally read an excerpt from The Intellectual Devotional and feel smarter.  I just hate being quizzed on it when I tell someone I read about Socrates or The Amish or sections of the heart or The Panama Canal.  My memory isn't what it was when I was younger.
4. I feel extra pretty and become slightly cocky when I am wearing dangle-y earrings and makeup.  Unless I am tan.  (Then I feel super-glam without makeup.)  And the last time I was tan was in 2004. 
5. I wait by the window for the mailman.