I'll be answering your questions and dares every day so here are the next six comments I randomly chose.
Unknown Mami wondered:
What is the most disgusting thing you have ever put in your mouth?
This is a hard one to answer because I seem to have a long list of disgusting things I am willing to place inside my rather large mouth. There was the dog bone incident. Hey, they dared me and who am I to turn down a dare? Of course, I didn’t realize that actually eating the thing was optional until after I ate it. I received coupons for dog food from an anonymous source for weeks after. I also went through my pickled pigs feet phase. The weird part about that is it was way before I moved to Oklahoma. Where did I even find those things in California? I have no clue any more. Anyway, I no longer eat them because we have had pet pigs for years now and well, it just doesn’t seem right. It would be like eating one of my dog’s feet which, now that I think about it, doesn’t seem that much more disgusting.
Alice In Wonderland stopped in to inquire:
What one song could you listen to, non-stop, all day?
Neil Young singing Harvest Moon. I could listen to it until my ears fall off. It makes me feel all mushy and squishy and young and free. Also, I think I love that song so much because…now, please don’t repeat this…I have been madly and forever in love with Neil since I was about twelve. I am almost positive he wrote this song about me. I often wonder if I should have married him but I just couldn’t. Neil, if you would have just brushed your teeth and showered once in a while, well, I am just so sure we could have been happy. I guess some things just aren’t meant to be.
My apologies to any of my readers resembling Neil Young in appearance or hygiene.
Glen, being from a superior country and all, lowered himself to my level to ask this question:
How many times a week do you blame your own farts on your man/child/grandchild/dog/chicken or Martian?
Glen, Glen, Glen, have you learned nothing about women? We don’t fart. It is a physiological impossibility. Therefore, I have no need to blame such boyish behavior on anyone since he who smelt it, dealt it.
Liz asked me to:
Describe any illegal things you have ever done.
Liz, what makes you assume I would ever do anything illegal? Read my lips…I did not inhale.
Debbie asked this question:
Which celebrity would you give it up for?
I use to think I would give it all up for Neil Young. I would dream of giving up the cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, gardening, the whole housewife thing for Neil. Then he wrote A Man Needs A Maid. Sometimes you just can’t win.
Delirious wanted to know:
If you could swim in any kind of food, which kind would you pick, and why?
Seriously, there is only one answer and that is Guacamole. It is the perfect food. I could swim in that stuff all day long and come out all the better for it. My skin would be healthier. My heart would be healthier. My hair would be silky and shiny. Forget the life preserver. Throw me a bag of chips and a cerveza and put on the Mariachi music.