Another one of my lurkers (Hi Dave!) says I don't spill juicy enough info around here. Is that really so? I don't know what more he could possibly want from me - I mean hello, have you met my mouth? What juicy tidbits do all ya'll think I'm really keeping to myself anyway? What MUST it be like living in his world... ????
Until all the mysteries of life, the universe, mermaids, and Sophie's life are miraculously answered Friday's Feast will have to do. Serve warmed.
1. Appetizer: What comes to mind when you hear the word bizarre?
Britney Spears' grasp of reality. Ha ha. Ok no really.... Paris Hilton's grasp of reality. Kidding. KIDDING! (but uh... not really so much) I guess my final answer, Bob, is this life we all lead. Very, very bizarre indeed.
2. Soup: Using just a few words, describe your childhood.
Bizarre. No way man, I kid! I kid. Ummmmm this is a hard question. Just a few words - really? Gosh, making all these decisions are all hard 'n stuff. I guess my answer is, "safe, intellectual freedom, sunburnt, creative, and protected."
3. Salad: Name one thing you do each day that you feel improves your appearance.
I shower. Ye all should give thanks for such a routine as well. For without the shower vanilla or ginger blossoming goodness would not be blessing the world with my everlasting ethereal, gobstopping presence.
4. Main Course: On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being highest, how would you rate your self-confidence?
9.2 - there's always wiggle room. You should check out my moves.
5. Dessert: Where did you last find a bargain?
Uhhhhhhh, I don't really do bargains I guess. I'm a hunter, not a gatherer. I go to the store for what I need, attack and kill the object of my desire, and take it home in my pretty, shiny, vacuumed, smelling sweet car. Factor in that I'm a minimalist and shop very deliberately -- and WHOALA! Guess that means I'm walking a parallel road to the bargain shopper.
Comments
You did not just type 'WHOALA', did you.
I most certainly did beyotch. What of it?
hmmm... you're a girly girl and you're claiming you don't shop? Watch my eyebrow raise.... oh yes
Oh I shop, but I *know* what I'm shopping for. I'll shop and shop and shop and shop and shop for one thing. Endlessly raising my eyebrows in a manner not entirely dissimilar from yours. And then I'll end up paying through the nose for the ONE thing that meets all my requirements. You could say I'm... choosy. I'm a woman who knows what she wants, oh yes.