I just got back from the comic store, the hair salon (where we got my man’s hair did), the Costco, where we walked out in frustration, and the Barnes and Noble. I see the darling Gina has tagged me in a meme, which no one EVEH does. And since I am on migraine meds, enjoy the fun. It’s like giving me truth serum.
Do you nap? Yes, but it often gives me a headache or weird dreams. Recently I dreamed I was on the Rock of STD Bus with Bret Michaels. My husband already knows.
What was the last thing you bought? The latest Knit Simple (had some cute tops featuring yarn I have in stash) and the graphic novel Fagin the Jew by Will Eisner. Because I like Will Eisner’s work, and want to know how “the dude” kept it kosher in Victoria.
What are you listening to right now? The sound of silence. But I am not Garfunkling.
What is your favourite weather? Cool and calm. But no wind, please. Messes the hair.
What’s on your bedside table? A doily my mother crocheted, a lamp from Pier 1, two books and a clock.
What are you currently reading? The Windflower by Sharon and Tom Curtis, b/c I’ve had it in my pile for years, and according to half.com, I can get upwards of $20 for it.
Name the things you can’t live without. Migraine meds, food, water, love and attention.
What would you like to have in your hands right now? A decent job, an explanation why and a big giant…Rock of Love Bus.
What is your favourite tea flavour? Rooibos – the Celestial Seasons one with the big lion on the box.
What would you like to get rid of? An extra 10 lbs. and my endless tape loop of questions on “why.”
What is your favorite scent of candle? The Yankee Candle Company’s Clean Linen.
What did you want to become as a child? A writer.
What’s your favorite brand of jeans? American Eagle Outfitters, I think? The kind marked “short,” for midgets like me.
Say something to the person/s who tagged you: Gina, you help get me through the days in my velvet cage. Thank you.
I’m tagging fellow curly girl Bonnie and my partner in crime Marce, if’n they’re interested. If not, carry on, ladies. I’m going to my folks for a dual birthday celebration (dad and husband) tomorrow. Fried chicken and chicken fried gravy = heaven.