Turnbaby at And As The World Turns has turned the tables (I heard she turned a few heads at the beach last week too...) and invited bloggers to "tag themselves" into this crazy backwards meme. Being the self-centered meme Queen that I am, I decided to play along. You're only tagged if you ask to be tagged. So I asked! And let's face it, who wouldn't want to interview a Queen?
I'm so full of myself this morning.
Anyway...I simply wrote "Interview Me!" in her comment section after she'd been unmercifully interviewed by Pointless Drivel you'd like me to make up five questions and interview you, make your request after this post. I'd love to! Here are Turnbaby's questions for me and my answers.
It wasn't so much shocking to me as it was to the poor souls who had to witness it. And of course, it's totally unbloggable. But it may have had something to do with Bonnie Raitt and a bottle of Smirnoff in a closet. Just a guess.
Is this a trick question? Is boyfriend reading this blog? Hold on. Let me go check. Be right back......Nope. He's busy writing in the studio right now. The coast is clear.
Significantly speaking, there is nothing annoying about my significant other; else that would make him insignificant. Charming? In spades.
He has a certain "look" he thinks can melt my defenses. Little does he know he's absolutely right. The annoying part is that he's right.
I've been asked this question, Miss SmoochBaby, many times. I tried to teach Oprah to smell snow when she interviewed me once. She was only interested in where I bought my pencil skirts. I could not convince her I got them at Newsman Marcus and not Crate 'n Barrel so I split. Dr. Phil did an entire chapter in his new book entitled "How to Win Friends By Smelling Snow and Other Neat Tricks" if you're interested, but it really doesn't do the subject justice. Or you can read how to expertly smell snow here.
The short-skirt answer is this: No one can really smell snow. No one can score a perfect 2400 on the SAT and Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
Smelling snow is one such miracle of the universe.
It's a gift.
If I'm having an off day I just pay somebody to smell it for me.
Ahh.....a serious question.
Actually, it would be a celebration for the entire blogosphere - all of YOU who continue to pass along the unique energy that is Dona Nobis Pacem. Since World Peace is at stake however, I'd first notify the White House and make an appointment with Condoleeza to make sure she understands the concept before her next visit to Iraq or the United Nations. Now there's a foxy woman in a pencil skirt. After a silly brunch with Condi and a feisty word with George W (first things first) I'd throw a BYOG party at Bloggingham Palace (bring-your-own-globe) and all our blogging friends could meet. We'd sit out on the drawbridge, design new memes, drink lots of chardonnay and solve the world's problems.
Oprah would be sooooo sorry she dissed my snow story.
Want to play? Request an interview below. The more the merrier. Thanks Turn, for a great set of questions. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go shopping for boots.
And a White House graphic to put on a peace globe.