Sunday Stealing


Is easy to love? My husband. No really, he is. I defy you not to love someone who makes you laugh so hard you can’t breathe.

Do you just wanna smack? I’m a lover, not a smacker. But I occassionally get that urge when I’m faced with intolerance.

Do you trust? I’m the type of person who gives the benefit of the doubt–I assume everyone is trustworthy until they prove me wrong. Unfortunately, I’m proved wrong sometimes, but I wouldn’t change this about myself.

Do you talk to when you’re alone? Okay, here’s something not everyone knows about me. (Until now, hahaha.) I talk to myself when I’m in the car driving alone. Sometimes I work out something I’m writing on. Sometimes I work out a problem I’m having with someone, or practice something I have to say to someone later. Yes, I’m a self-talker-to-er.

What…Erm…see above. I also will admit to occassional cell-phone usage while driving.

Dangerous things do you do while driving?

Are you allergic to? It’s not exactly an allergy–but I can’t eat gluten. It pretty much affects every bit of my life. I also have allergy eyes that are affected by pollen, especially from mulberry and olive trees.

Is Satan’s last name? I know, but I’m not telling.

Is the freakiest thing in your house?… I’d have to go with my husband’s huge collection of 1980s music and video games.
When…Now. I’m so there.

Is it time to turn over a new leaf?

Will you be all that you can be? I think there is always something more to reach for, something more to learn.

Is enough enough? It is for me, when it comes to material things. Can you ever have ‘enough’ love or knowledge or friendship? I think maybe you can be satisfied with what you have in the moment, but be open to new as well. That reminds me of the old Girl Scout song–Make New Friends, but Keep the Old?

Do you go to the dark side? I do.

Where…On my person–in a big wicker trunk at the foot of my bed–in the washing machine. Damn, they’re everywhere.

Are your pants?

Is your last will and testament? In my head.

Is your junk food stash? At the grocery store.

Is Carmen Sandiego? Last I heard, somewhere in the Congo.

Why…Nooo…he had Tanto and Silver. He wasn’t alone at all.

Was the Lone Ranger alone?

Was The Scarlet Letter scarlet? Cause adultresses look good in red?

Are musicians sexy and plumbers not? Clearly, you’ve never seen my plumber…or known some of the musicians I’ve known. That’s all I’ll say.

Are there no seat belts on school buses? I’ve wondered this myself. Maybe because a bus is so big and heavy that it’s less likely to be impacted by a fender bender? I guess in the case of a roll over, it’s each kid for themselves?
Would you…Not for a doughnut and coffee. I might do it for free, if I was in good enough shape again. Once upon a time, I dreamed of being an Olympic swimmer.

Swim the English Channel for a doughnut and coffee? If not that, what?

Forgive someone who deliberately hurt you? Yes.

Rather believe a lie if it hurt you less than the truth? No, give it to me straight.

You still be alive if you were sucked out of an airplane window? Maybe…if I grabbed on to my seat cushion and landed in the ocean? No…No…I don’t think so.

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