Is it wrong to sell store-bought pastries at a bake sale?
No, no, no. I’m assuming said bake sale is raising money for something or another. Selling homemade pastries and selling store-bought pastries both achieve that goal. Sure, one’s typically a little tastier…then again, it’s not like there’s a money back guarantee on deliciousness so you’re taking your chances either way.
Have you ever interacted with the police?
A few times. I called 911 in college because a car parked below my bedroom window was getting broken into. I thought that was the end of it until my civic duty found me on the street in my PJs being asked to identify a guy they just caught sprinting up a nearby street carrying contraband. That civic duty also sent me to court over the summer in case they needed me to testify – not at all intimidating for a college student, nope. The guys at the police station who took our fingerprints when we were navigating the adoption process were super nice. But I’ll admit I was 100% terrified the time I got pulled over for speeding. Not sure why – I’d never had a scary police interaction – there was just something petrifying about Being Caught Doing Something Wrong. Deep seated issues, man.
What will you remember most about this past year (this question will show up again, in late December, just FYI.)
I feel like I get squirrelly about these questions. In the past year like the last 12 months? In the past year like since we started 2019? I dunno – let’s go with the first interpretation. I’d say mostly how I finally felt like a normal parent when I sent my kids off to school. Their last school was such a pressure cooker, I spent most days wondering what kind of shape they’d be in when they came home. Don’t get me wrong, this last year had drama – but it was dare-I-say NORMAL middle school drama, and I’ll take that any day.
Is it better to have fungus on your toes, your tongue, or your pizza?
Ugh. Gross. I vote toes since they don’t have anything to do with the digestive system.
What is one slang word that makes your skin crawl?
The c word. Nope, I won’t type it. I won’t say it. And maybe it’s less “crawl” and more “explode out of my skin in a WTF did you just say?? rage”.
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