Tag! I'm It!

I've been tagged by Patsy Collins, which means I have to answer the 11 random questions she's asked, then tag 11 other people with my own 11 random questions. (Only I can never decide who to tag, so I may have to handle that part another way. Let me think about it...)

I like random, so here goes:

1. Do you have a favourite word or phrase?

Yes.

Oh, you want to know what it is? "Defenestration." It means to throw someone or something out of a window.

2. What do you like on your pizza?

Mushrooms and black olives.

3. Where do you get you books from?

The library, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon (for my Kindle).

4. Favourite drink?

A two-cherry Manhattan. Or a dirty martini. Hmm. Maybe I should just go with a dirty man-tini. ;)

5. Who would you most like to meet?

J.K. Rowling.

6. And why?

So I can absorb her genius by osmosis. Plus, she looks like she'd be fun to share a drink with.

7. Favourite colour?

 Teal.

8. Where have you never visited but would like to go?

Scotland.

9. Do you like hats?

I love hats!

10. What weather do you like best?

A crisp, sunny day, with October-blue skies, puffy white clouds, and a hint of woodsmoke in the air.

11. Were these questions random enough?

Yes, I believe they were.

Okay, here's how I'm going to do it: Anyone who wants to play along, consider yourself tagged by me. You can either do your own blog post about it, or you can answer here in the comments.

Your Questions:

1. Did you learn anything about me from my answers that you didn't already know?

2. What's the last thing you put in your mouth?

3. Which of your feet is bigger, your right or your left?

4.  What's your favorite regret?

5. Panty preference (either for you or your partner): briefs, hipsters, bikinis, hi-cut, or thong?

6. Favorite beer: lager, stout, ale, or root?

7. What do you secretly like doing that other people might think is silly?

8. What's your favorite vegetable? (Um, to eat.)

9. If you had to give up alcohol or chocolate, which would it be? (I know! Scary, huh?)

10. What's the most embarrassing TV show you will admit to watching?

11. What's the most dangerous thing you've ever done?

Have fun with it! :)

P.S. I found out In a Fix is now listed on Amazon and B&N! Not available until September 4, but still . . . Holy crap, it's real!

Feline Friday

Happy Friday, Blogging buddies!

Wanna know what this is? Well, pop on over to The Debutante Ball and I'll tell you! :)

 HINT: It doesn't have much, if anything, to do with safety. Or shoes. And only peripherally with cats.

Speaking of cats, here's a pic of my part-time cat:

She technically belongs to the neighbor who lives catty-corner from us (I know! appropriate, yes?), but she visits almost every day. Frankly, I think she likes us better. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the gourmet kitty treats I slip her whenever I see her. Sadly, she doesn't like looking straight at the camera. Not that I can blame her -- that flash is annoying.

Actually, she's the ideal pet -- all of the cuddles and none of the crap. Purr-fect. (Go ahead. Groan. I can take it.)

Random question for the day: Are you a cat person or a dog person? (Or both? Or niether?)

A Really Bad Hump Day Poem, from Me to You

So, last night on Twitter, I asked if you'd rather see a cute camel picture here today, OR a cute camel picture AND a really bad poem.

(Yeah, I know. I blame the alcohol.)

Anyway, it was unanimous among those who participated in my Manhattan-induced poll. Allow me to apologize in advance.

Seriously, I'm so sorry. (Not for the picture. It's adorable. For the poem. It's dreck.) 

If . . .

If I gave you a flower, would you be my friend?

Would you write a sweet email, and then click on "send"?

Would you laugh at my jokes and pretend that you care?

If I forgot to wear pants, would you try not to stare?

If I asked you to swim, would you jump in my pond?

If I wound up in jail, would YOU post my bond?

If I cooked you a meal, would you act like it's good?

Even if it doesn't taste quite like it should?

If I gave you a flower, would that be enough?

Or do I have to come up with money and stuff?

THE END*

*Possibly of my whole writing career. . .