Not a nasty crack

This one took me back to my college days. My first girlfriend could crack just about every joint in her body. I was sufficiently smitten that I found it attractive. Anyway:

I crack a lot. And by crack I mean my joints. My knuckles, my wrists, my elbows, my neck, my back, my toes, my ankles, my knees… you get the idea. A lot of times it’s not even on purpose- it just happens when I stand up or move. Sign I’m getting older, I suppose. But my knuckles cracking is all me- yes, I’m that annoying one making all that racket with her fingers. I imagine my old co-workers were glad when I quit. ha