Something that I've noticed that I can't do. . .
I can't whistle normally. I can't crack an egg with two hands - I can only do it single handedly.
But I can whistle (in an abnormal way, I guess) for my kids when it is time to come in and I make some mean banana bread.
oh, and homemade noodles, too . . .
Seems that I'm getting along ok.