I'm not squeamish at all. As a child I dragged a dead squirrel home on my skateboard and cut it open and tried to look at its brain.
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I'm a doctor's daughter. I'm not squeamish at all.
I'm not squeamish.
People see me and they squeal like tropical birds or seals stranded on the beach.
I had to make squirrel noises as Bubbles and without realizing it, I was making the face and putting my fingers up to my face to look like a squirrel and everyone made fun of me for the rest of the day.
I'm certainly not squeamish at all. The countryside makes you very aware of birth and death.
I'm empathetic to a fault. I really do - embarrassingly enough - tear up when someone squishes a bug in front of me.
Somebody told me I should put a pebble in my mouth to cure my stuttering. Well, I tried it, and during a scene I swallowed the pebble. That was the end of that.
To do something funny, you have to have experienced it in real life and digested it in a way that amuses you.
I saw the Nutcracker to be a dummy as I thought of its mouth moving like a nutcracker - and also find them pretty scary as they almost have a life of their own.
I get mad like anybody else does, but being able to laugh about getting mad is very healthy, and my kids know that.
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