I am six foot two, she is five foot two.
She likes babies, I find them annoying and nerve-wracking.
She likes movies with talking animals, I hate them. (not the animated ones, the ones like Homeward Bound).
I like spiders, she is creeped out by them.
I think my Hissers are cute, she thinks they are not and refuses to touch them.
She is content to watch several TV programs, I can barely stand to be in the same room as a TV (unless I am using it to play video games).
She works with DD adults, and gets paid to change them when they are incontinent. I wouldn’t do her job for $1,000 an hour. She would do it for free.
I can drive a stick shift, she cannot.
I am an excellent speller and wordsmith, she is not.
She is an excellent baker, I am not so good at it.
I can create awesome recipes with just a few random ingredients, she has to follow printed recipes to the letter.
I can tell a weed from a flower, she still has trouble with that.
She can sew, I cannot.
She is dyslexic, I am not.
I am OCD, she is not.
I am Belgian, she is not.
She is adopted, I am not.
She has the patience of a saint, I have very little patience at all.
She looks really sweet and has a temper that makes her vicious to the core.
I look mean tempered and am really rather senstitive.
She gets mad and then gets over it, I get mad and stay mad.
She likes baths, I prefer showers.
I like lemon and lime and raw avocadoes, and she doesn’t. (not all three together at the same time).
I like fresh carrot juice and she doesn’t.
…and that’s all I can think of at the moment.