I have sooooo many minor "good girl" vices.
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ketchup on everything
allowing the small children to put ketchup on everything
not forcing them to eat vegetables ever (one has special needs and is very against veg, the other - well i had run out of ability to care by then)
obsessing over certain gentlemen and spending hours googling them. Current favourite is (completely un-PC slightly odd Brooklyn born but sadly now dead gothic metal guy) Peter Steele from Type O Negative. 6 ft 8. Playgirl centrefold. sigh. i have a picture of him on my desk at work. People keep asking me if it's my husband. It is not. Then they ask me if i "...erm.. know" him. sadly also not. This obsession is all consuming at times. there is a blog written by his family after his death. i have read it all twice. and emailed them. 
playing clash of clans on my phone. and another village on my ipad. an another one on my DHs ipad.
am rather more "out" about my interesting sexual history than I ought to be when my colleagues ask me probing questions.
no stop button on my drinking - if I have more than 1 glass, I drink until i am too tired or too drunk to carry on drinking. rarely do i know when to stop. This has resulted in some interesting work nights out.
oh, and plotting my children's romantic lives for them. They are 3 and 6. I have it all mapped out. They will be completely happy for a mother-arranged marriage, right? :)