Thursday, October 22, 2009

I probably could have summed myself up in one word: neurotic.

If I hadn't given in to the sudden urge to get my hair cut yesterday, I would have had this done on time. But you're at the mercy of my impulsive nature. (And the baking, STST? Never on my to-do list. Nicely done.)

Twenty of you got it right. And, no, I'm not offended. I'm not an affectionate person. I know this about myself. Although, I love you all so much (and am feeling unusually sentimental today) that I'm this close to suggesting we all hold hands and dance naked around a campfire. Fun, right?

Although, I'd probably feel much more comfortable if we were fully clothed. Then again, I'd probably feel much more comfortable if we could just sit and roast marshmallows. I'm not much of a dancer. In fact, I generally just seizure around the dance floor hoping my powers of invisibility will kick in any second now...

I'm a hugger with those I feel most comfortable. You know, my husband, my parents, my siblings... Most of them anyway. Anyone else and I start to twitch if they get too close. I'm not a total freak. I'll shake hands... although I'm slightly paranoid about germs. (But only when shaking hands.) (And, no, I can't explain why.) And I'll high-five to your heart's content. But holding hands? Hugging? Even standing too close... I don't think so. Please don't take it personally.

Okay, you're right. I may be a total freak after all. I used to be affectionate. Somewhere along the line it went down hill which causes me not just a little concern over what I might be like in the next ten... twenty... thirty years. Eh, I'll just worry about that then.

So, the winner. (There's a reason we're here, remember?) Twenty people got it right. I used to choose the winner...

The sixth person to answer correctly was...

Paul, you wonderful lurker you, please e-mail me at


  1. Congrats Paul....but I'm going to have to pass on the dancing naked around the campfire. I'm too old, and one wants to see an old lady dance naked ~ campfire or not. :)

  2. Well, dammit.I'll dance naked around the campfire - I don't care if anyone else wants to see it or not, it sounds like fun to me!

  3. Damn.It's just like when I play the state lottery- I'm always just a couple of digits away from winning.Congrats, Paul!

  4. Count me out of the naked dancing. Just the thought of it makes me cringe. Congratulations to Paul!

  5. Oh, sure. Reward the lurkers. That seems fair.