Wednesday, November 26, 2008

In a Word...

1. Where is your cell phone? floor

2. Where is your significant other? work

3. Your hair color? brown

4. Your mother? work

5. Your father? heaven

6. Your favorite thing? chocolate

7. Your dream last night? sleep

8. Your dream/goal? SOMEthing

9. The room you're in? study

10. Your hobby? books

11. Your fear? flying

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Mediterranean

13. Where were you last night? sofa

14. What you're not? empty

15. One of your wish-list items? neatness

16. Where you grew up? hara

17. The last thing you did? breastfeed

18. What are you wearing? jeans

19. Your TV? CNN

20. Your pet? spider

21. Your computer? crap

22. Your mood? medium

23. Missing someone? plenty

24. Your car? tiny

25. Something you're not wearing? shoes

26. Favorite store? sussan

27. Your summer? o-matsuri!

28. Love someone? naturally

29. Your favorite color? green

30. When is the last time you laughed? now

31. Last time you cried? October


Helen said...

Your answers are really different from mine!

Do you really have a spider or are you being facetious??

Rachel said...

Well, I have no pets at all, so the spider was the closest I've come lately. It was a HUGE spider, but I wouldn't let the girls kill it (or get Daddy to kill it for them) because my theory is that spiders kill all the other bugs that are far more of a nuisance.

But they just could not get used to the spider, and it did have a rather nasty habit of sneaking out and scurrying across the wall at the most unexpected times!

Then one day, I saw it over by the computer - and it had only five legs. Having already developed a modicum of respect for the ugly creature, this knowledge activated all my latent compassion. And when I told my girls, complete with 'poor little spidey' voice, they too, had their hearts touched, and from then on, we all cheered on 'our' spider.

The tale has a rather messy end, I'm afraid. Someone forgot to tell Daddy that old Spidey was now the household pet. At least, I HOPE it was him who squished the poor blighter in the back door, and not myself inadvertently while hanging the washing.

Alas poor spidey, I knew him well.


Helen said...

What a sad little story. Poor Spidey.