If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?
I’d probably use it to read all these great books I’ve either started or meant to start. There’d also be a big chunk spent writing – just imagine how much I could get done in the middle of the night.
What job would you be terrible at?
Good gracious, let me see. Customer service for Smith & Wesson comes to mind.
When was the last time you climbed a tree?
I haven’t climbed a tree to the top (with “top” being a relative term that I consider met once you’re four branches off the ground) since I was a girl. I think I climbed one in college (even less “top” than when I was little) and made a show of it once when my own kids were young. Other than that I much prefer looking at trees to climbing them.
Do you count your steps?
Not typically. Unless I’m having one of those days, then “woe is me, I had to walk so far today” works better when you can toss a number out there. Technology really helps in this particular area.
Bonus question (just because it’s really silly): What’s the dumbest way you’ve injured yourself?
This one’s not easy since I’m not exactly grace personified. There’s the time I broke my toe by kicking an end table. Or the time I was slicing tomatoes with a Wüstof thinking, “don’t cut yourself, don’t cut yourself” right before I – you guessed it – cut myself. But a real doozy was delivered by tofu. After the skillet spent twenty minutes in a 450 degree oven I plopped it on a burner to continue my stir fry. Apparently I then completely forgot where the skillet had been because I grabbed the handle to shift it. Without an oven mitt. It wasn’t pretty.
GRATITUDE/UPLIFTING/AFFIRMATION SECTION
Well, guys, after a small tiny frustrating glitch the house is back under contract again so WHOOP WHOOP! We are exceedingly grateful for this particular gift. It means I’m buried up to my elbows in packing paper and packing tape and packing boxes and packing wrap but whatever…we’re moving forward. Hallelujah.
Sparks from a Combustible Mind hosts Share Your World.
I once sliced my hand open trying to open a pack of Tofu. It’s dangerous stuff. Love your answers
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YIKES…
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I do so like to look at my steps after a long day at the zoo or whatnot. Complain, soak in the tub, eat a bowl of ice cream. That’s a good life.
Glad the house is back on.
I loooooved Smith & Wesson answer! LOL
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Bowl of ice cream might be the most important part of that scenario. Earned by all those steps at the zoo, of course.
Me as a Smith & Wesson operator: “I’m sorry, sir, what was that? Your firing pin keeps jamming? And you’re upset about a five day waiting period for buying your tenth gun? And you’ve donated more money than God to the NRA so we’d better get on the ball and fix this? Bwahahaha!!!”
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Yeah, there’s no way they want you 😉
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Somehow I’m not offended. 😆
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Thanks for Sharing Your Hilarious World! I always come away chuckling, even though those cuts and broken toe are not funny, and are no joke. Still you make them sound amusing even so. Have a peaceful week Laura!!
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They’re definitely more amusing in retrospect. Next week I’ll be able to laugh at the cardboard gash at the base of my thumb but for now I’ll just switch my bandaid. 🙄 Hope your week brings you peace as well, Melanie!
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I agree. No need to count your steps unless you want to complain about them. Which I’m more fond of doing than I should be. Good luck with your packing.
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Thank you! Just keeping my head down (and asking the hubby to make sure I’m occasionally fed 😆).
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Don’t let Gracie near the tape!
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It’ll end up being a permanent accessory cuz we’d NEVER get that stuff off! 😆
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Great 👍.
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