This is the post where I answer the questions The Sahmmy asked me and use the number 11 a lot
I was “tagged.” People who read my blog and aren’t on Tumblr might be asking, “What does that mean?” Well, in this particular situation it means that The Sahmmy sent me 11 questions that I need to answer about myself. After I answer the 11 questions, I have to send 11 new questions to 11 other people. Those 11 special people were the first 11 to kindly respond to my since-deleted post asking who wanted to be tagged. (I don’t like playing favorites.) Those first respondents were, indeed, tagged. They are also now my best friends. We’re going to make T-shirts, start a softball team, and paint pottery together.
Is anyone still following this? Does this make sense? It doesn’t to me, but…. shall we begin?
The Sahmmy’s 11 Questions:
1) I am a great bartender. What drink would you like me to make for you?
First, I’m so glad you call yourself a bartender and not a mixologist. I think mixologist sounds snobby. Second, could you make me an “Orphan Annie”? I just made it up so feel free to put whatever you want in it.
2) If you were reincarnated, what or who do you think you were in a past life?
Wouldn’t it be boring if I said I didn’t believe in reincarnation and just went on to the next question?
3) Have you ever had an experience with a ghost?
I doubt this is what you mean but I’ve only “experienced” ghosts in haunted houses around Halloween as a kid. Well, not as a kid… as a teenager. And I hate, hate, hate haunted houses. I find them unbelievably frightening. What sick f$# came up with the concept? I’m also not a fan of horror movies. I don’t like being scared in my house or out of my house or with a mouse or in a box or with a fox. (My literary references are high brow. I know.) I also don’t like surprises. I sound like a lot of fun, yes?
4) If facial features or your God given locks was no barrier, how would you like to wear your hair?
I would say “like Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby” but I just went on and on about how I hate horror movies so I feel like a bit of a hypocrite now telling you I want to wear my hair like the movie-mother of Satan. And, even though it looks easy, short hair on me (wavy, frizzy, thick-haired me) is a ton of work so it’s not happening.
