I can't do a cartwheel. By the time I wanted to learn, I was a 5'10" 8th grader and increasingly clumsy. It didn't work out.
I can't drive a stick shift. Andy's been trying to get me to learn on his car, but I'm afraid I will make the car blow up.
I can't own a short hair dog. They give me horrible itchy hives. But this does not stop me from petting them. I just couldn't own one. Long haired dogs don't give me the same reaction for some reason.
Actually, I can't own any more pets. Andy said he will get me a shopping cart with my name on it because I will be homeless if I bring any more animals into the house.
I can't do math. Well, I can do simple math, but anything beyond that makes me want to cry. How I passed calculus in college is a miracle.
I can't lie to those close to me. I know I shouldn't anyways, but when I try to, I cave within 5 minutes and the truth comes spilling out of me.
I can't stand birds. They scare the living #$% out of me. The geese that hang out behind my work taunt me on a daily basis.
I can't go in the scary "door room" in our basement. It is the old coal room for the house where they used to store coal for heating. It's now full of old doors and windows from the house. I've been in there twice since we moved in. It gives me the creeps big time.
I can't sleep without the noise of a fan. I started sleeping with one in college to drown out the noise in the dorms, and now I can't sleep without it.
I can't drink whiskey. I get the instant throw up feeling in my mouth when I do.
I can't play golf. Andy says he doesn't have the patience to teach me and that it would be easier to spend $400 to have a pro teach me. That's not happening anytime soon.
I can't go more than a few hours without checking some sort of social media (Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, etc.). It's a sickness.
I can't be out in the heat for long. I get heat stroke so quickly it's ridiculous. Heat is also a migraine trigger for me. Summer is super fun for me in Omaha. Not.
What can't you do?