Saturday 9 ~ Return To Sender

1. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?

This question makes me long for the days many many years ago when I wrote long letters to someone I loved - and mailed them. Receiving letters from him? Magic. I'll start now..I have some catching up to do. Good therapy. I miss feeling that connection with someone.
But I won't mail them....

2. Can you change the oil on a car?
Cars have oil?

3. Name three things you have on you at all times.
Skin, hair, molecules...OK. I'll be serious. My camera, my phone, and a peace globe in my pocket just in case I run into the President Bush, Obama or McCain. By far, my camera is most important. For further proof read The Dressing Room Disaster (Queen Unzipped), The Dishwasher Disaster (Queen On Testosterone) and The Dating Disaster (Queen Latrine)
E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. means everywhere.


4. What’s your life motto?
Never Forget Thy Camera.
5. What’s a word that you say a lot?
Seriously.
Seriously!

6. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Talking to a tall, cute,intelligent guy who tends to keep me up all hours lately. But somehow I don't mind. And no, I didn't have my camera for that conversation. It's private!! Must you question me so? Can a Queen have no privacy???!!! Really!

7. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

I need a new hairdresser. She took an inch off my hair when I requested a 1/2 inch. I hate it when that happens! Good thing it grows fast or I'd really be miffed. Next time I'll tell her to cut a millimeter and bring a PowerPoint presentation for demonstration purposes.

I should never fall asleep in the salon chair again.


8. Who is your worst enemy?
At the moment, my hairdresser.

9. What does your watch look like?
I don't wear watches and I hate clocks. Especially cuckoo clocks and school bells. Here's one weird fact about me: On the weekends, I actually unplug my alarm clock and take it off the nightstand. Weekends are free time and unaffected by time restraints. I don't want to be reminded that I must do this and I must do that and I have to be somewhere on time...yada yada yada. I have enough of that stress during the week. Time for bubble baths and no schedules.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll going to write a letter to the cute guy, The Salon Complaint Department and The White House. In longhand....I'm still trying to get a peace globe to Capitol Hill.
Surprisingly, they are ignoring my emails....