SAHMmy of SAHMmy Says had this little blog go-around. And I came to it by way of What Works for Us
Leave me a comment saying ?¢‚Ç¨?ìInterview me.?¢‚Ç¨¬ù I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. If you don?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢t have a valid email address on your blog, please provide one. You will update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
So are you brave enough to be interviewed? Come on . . . step right up. Any volunteers?
1) Which do you dislike more: shopping for new jeans or going to the dentist?
Totally the dentist, I’m trapped in a chair, having to listen to a dental tech bitch for 45 minutes about how I should floss. I don’t floss. Seriously, I feel like I’ve accomplished something in my day if I actually get to brush my teeth, not just buff the plaque off with my tshirt. (Speaking of… I have 30 seconds free… I’m going to go brush right now!)
2) What is one thing you’d like to accomplish by Friday
Buying a bra that is pretty and actually fits me without using the bra expander.
3) What’s the worst or best advice you were ever given?
Best: When I was a freshman in college, I had 200 dollars for the month of September for spending money. I had it all spent by the end of August. I called my mom in tears because I felt like such a tool. She sent me 200 more dollars, this time in 4 envelopes containing 50 dollars each. The advice was to give yourself a weekly allowance because it’s a heck of a lot easier to go a few days without any cash than a few weeks without any cash. She was right. I still have an allowance – although I list it as “Cabana Boys and Bonbons” in the budget, just to keep Scout on his toes.
4) How full is your glass?
I am well rested. It it 7/8th full.
5) Where (other than home) would your ruby slippers take you?
Hannover, Germany. Scout and I were there last summer and it felt like home as soon as we got off the train. Part of my family came from there in the 1840s and something about it just felt familiar to me. We’d also just been in Paris for a week, and the change of pace was wonderful. Even with all the World Cup madness around that we accidentally stumbled in to.