It’s that time again, you old so and so. Time for the Friday quiz where I ask you, the internet, some random questions, and you reply in the comments wherein you find all other sorts of delicious answers to my random questions. Unless you are the first to answer, because then you’re totally gypped of other peoples’ answers. Unless you, like, check back obsessively. Or subscribe to the comments, which, hey, did you know that you can do that?
Shall we dance?
1. What are your thoughts on sausage?
OK. I used to think that sausage was quite possibly the most disgusting food ever created. The thought of sausage made me gag. But, somehow, over the years, I have developed the Thompson adoration for sausage. My children have turkey sausage every single morning. No, EVERY SINGLE MORNING. No special breakfast or brunch is prepared in this family without pork sausage. We do enjoy Italian sausage as well. I’m not so far as to like, just eat a sausage, you know, hot off the grill. But it’s probably coming someday in my future
2. What are your thoughts on emoticons and text speak such as LOL?
I think they are the scourge of language, grammar, and meaningful expression. ;)
3. Tell us about your first pet.
I don’t remember her to be honest. I’ve seen pictures. I’m pretty sure her name was Scamper. Apparently she was kind of insane and shed more hair than it seemed that she even had to begin with. And I think the color of her eyes didn’t match either. Whenever her name comes up in conversation, one of the grown ups in my family just goes, “Oh. My. GOD! Scamper…” I hope that’s actually her name.
4. What part of your body do you spend the most time preparing on a daily basis to be seen in public?
This answer is so sad. I spend about 1 minute on my hair. That is the longest I spend on any one particular section. That is… just… so telling.
5. Bookmark, fold the page, or set the book face down and open?
All of the above, depending on my mood, the availability of something that could serve as a bookmark (as in, do I have to stand up to go get one?), and how much I treasure the book.
Happy weekend, tiny dancers. I hope it’s filled with sausages or not, whatever your preference, and laughing so hard that your milk almost comes out your nose, but doesn’t, because obviously that would be painful and gross. Also, do you even drink milk?