My anti-bucket list: 10 things to go to my grave having avoided.

1. Knowing the love of my fellow prisoner.
2. Attending a Celine Dion concert.
3. Skydiving - adrenaline smadrenaline, it hurts enough falling at ground level.
4. Seeing a picture of President Palin at the post office.
5. Buying one of those donut pillows one must buy after certain surgeries.
6. Being tattooed or pierced. I'm expressing my rebellious nature but being uniquely uninked or unpoked.
7. Wearing acid-washed jeans. Survived this the first time around.
8. Waxing - a sign that there's something wrong with women. (OK, another sign.)
9. Grappling with the choice of killing or not killing Hitler. (I'm still relatively young so it's best to plan for future development of time travel.)
10. Milking of all sorts: cows, goats, rattlesnakes, audience laughter, bleeding-hearts sympathy, prostate, etc.