I'm not even sure what a 'meme' is -- can anyone enlighten me?

And yet, I'm going to do a 'meme' anyway. This one is, as always, stolen from someone else's blog, and has this alluring title:

Five Lame Things About Me That I Am Secretly Proud Of.

1. I secretly and stealthily (well, not always as stealthily as I'd like, since I get caught on a fairly regular basis) clean other people's houses if I'm staying over for a night or two. Most of the time when I'm a guest people don't like me to clean or wash or tidy, but it gives me a sense of purpose during those idle moments and I like feeling liked I've helped without anyone knowing. I suppose this means I can't make fun of my Dad for being the 'shoe fairy' (he straightens the shoes at the front door when no one's looking) anymore.

2. I positively enjoy dancing or mouthing or singing along to songs in my headphones while out in public. I know that this looks stupid, and I don't generally do more than mouth when there are other people obviously around, but I have been known to slow down traffic as the drivers peer at me whirling maniacally to some deliciously infectious indie-rock.

3. I too, am secretly proud of my guilt-junkie status, which is why I'm only semi-cured, I guess.

4. I can make myself look mighty hideous, given the right combination of bad clothing swap offerings, bad posture, and a few contortions of the face.

5. I can't make pastry worth a damn. For somebody who's very controlling about most parts of her life, it gives me great comfort to know that I am a slap-dash enough cook that the fine control and patience needed for things like pastries or delicate arrangements are beyond me.