I have no clue why I’m doing this one. I guess because my buddy June sent it to me, and her answers were so entertaining that I couldn’t help but join in. And I figured, if I’m going to do all that work, I might as well post it to The Blawg. No pressure to play along, but of course you are welcome to.
I have to talk everything to death. Drives people around me nuts, I’m
quite sure. But at least they’re nice about it to my face.
mom. I wish we lived closer. Which reminds me of a cute story. Humor
My mom grew up in Maine and moved to Virginia when she
married my dad. I adored my grandparents in Maine, but I only got to
see them once or twice a year. Once when I was probably about
5-years-old, I asked my Gramma why she moved so far away. She
responded with something to the tune of, "Let’s get this straight,
young lady. Your MOTHER was the one who did the moving." My
grandmother wasn’t one to beat around the bush.
My friend Lisa. I talked to her the whole way through the grocery
store. I KNOW. I’m one of THEM. Sue me. I do have some standards,
though. I totally interrupted her mid-sentence to hang up when I got
to the checkout line.
Good grief, this is long. Is there an end in sight?
I’m not a fan of the air-kiss greeting. And the double air-kiss, like
they do on Project Runway? It makes me break out in hives.