I did seem to go on and on with my answer to the first question about what makes my perfect day. If you missed that one, feel free to read about it here.
There are three more questions waiting for me. For some reason, I feel like I should be stretched out on a therapy couch. Anyway, here I go!
Have you ever stayed up for 24+ straight hours? Why?
Okay, I have a question for you. Since you all know me so well, which of these 24+hour activities do you think I would most likely experience:
- Stretching from a scaffold as I complete my artistic masterpiece on my dining room ceiling.
- Going all out with that Jillian Michaels to see if I could knock off a few pounds.
- Pacing the floors of a 700 square foot apartment with an extremely cranky firstborn.
Have you ever laughed so hard your stomach muscles and face hurt? What made you laugh that hard?
17 year old me was sitting at a restaurant on a date with my not yet husband waiting for a huge ice cream sundae. (We weren't sharing by the way.) My friend and her date were hanging out with us. Before the date, I asked my husband not to ask too many questions about my friend's date and his interest in zoology. My friend had told me that he was specializing in studying the rhino and that he could give a lecture about all the different types of rhinos. I had a feeling that I would laugh if he started getting excited about his love of rhinos. It was midnight and I was hungry for ice cream. I knew that I was in a giggly mood too. Husband to be did agree to keep the conversation rhino-free. Well, doesn't he break his promise just as I'm shoveling a huge spoonful of ice cream into my happy mouth. He asked, "So what's your favorite animal?" Before the poor guy could respond, I started laughing, choking with tears running down my face. I felt so bad but I couldn't stop. I'm sure that my friend's date thought I was the most uncultured buffoon around. I'm actually chuckling now remembering that conversation.
What is the earliest time in your life you can remember?
I remember being a 6 year old girl trying to skate in front of my Bronx apartment as my 2 year old brother screamed his head off. He also pulled very hard on my two ponytails. Ouch! I think I can still feel it. I also remember getting stung by a bee around that age. Wish I had a beautiful Hallmark memory to share with you. I feel like I have more Simpsons' moments in my memory.
I'm supposed to pick 4 blogging buddies and give them 4 questions to answer. I'll work on those questions for the next post. Geez, I can't believe that I turned this task into a 3 part event!
See you all soon!