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
3 comments:
Your answers are really different from mine!
Do you really have a spider or are you being facetious??
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.
R.I.P.
What a sad little story. Poor Spidey.
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