Because I'm curious and have spare time

Announcement, I'm back to making funny things out of felt and to jump start it I'm having a give away.  If you answer any of the following questions you will be entered into a drawing to receive an original felt bookmark of your choice.  You want want Yoda?  You can have Yoda.  Mr. T?  Sure. Wayne Newton?  Elvis?  The cast of Three's Company?  It's entirely up to you.  

On to the questions:

1.)  Did you get your free Slurpee on 7/11?  Because I did.  Look how happy we are together.  MFEO.  Also, what is going on with my bangs?  Particularly that wonky part on the left. Dumb cowlick.

Question:  What is your favorite Slurpee flavor?

2.)  I'm back to the ring watch.  Why did I ever leave?  Seeing my fingernails that long is giving me anxiety.  

Question:  Do you wear a watch?

3.)  Katie came home from shopping and presented me with this lemonade.  This will mean nothing to you unless you know that my dad's nickname for me is Hubert.  It is a mystery how he came to call me that - even to him - but I've been Hubert my whole life.  It makes no sense.  But the lemonade was tasty.

Questions:  What is your nickname?

4.)  Hey, what's that black thing on the wall of my parking garage?   

Oh, just a moth the size of a postcard.  And not one of those cheapo 5 for a dollar postcards but a fancy large glossy one that you can find at the gift shop in the Museum of Things that Scare the Holy Cats Out of Rachel

When I got close enough to take a picture it struck me that at any moment that moth could fly at my face, pick me up by my wonky bangs and carry me across the street to WalMart, you know, to complete my personal nightmare.  I felt incredibly brave.

Questions:  What flying and/or creeping thing would you not get close to even to take a picture for your blog?

5.)  I took this of me and my mom in Union Station while waiting to board the train to Chicago

Question:  Isn't my mom the cutest?  (Hint, there is only one answer to this.)

Phoenix or Duluth?

Happy New Year!  Let's talk about the weather!

Why?  Because I had to pop over to Walgreens just now and when I walked outside I got frostbite on my ears.  A woolly mammoth escorted me to my car.  I passed a group of Norwegian cross-country skiers with snot icicles dangling from their noses.  And then the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse trotted by as a sure sign that the end of the world is nigh.

Because it's 3 in the afternoon and only 50 degrees outside. 

Somebody pass me a parka.  I am living in the tundra!

I know, I know, I KNOW.  There's a whole contingency out there to whom 50 degrees right now would mean shorts and flip-flops.  And to you I say, the cold weather has addled your brains.  Your judgement cannot be trusted.

The other night I was out with my sisters and Val and Annie (Knechts!  Appels!  Party!) and we were standing around in the parking lot of Miguel's, blissfully stuffed on chips and salsa, talking about the weather.  Don't think that I'm the only 80 year old out there, folks.  The question came up:  would you rather live in a cold place or a hot place.  And suddenly it was like Sophie's Choice.  My mind couldn't fathom either.  Because I was once standing in another parking lot, this one in Phoenix, and across the street was a bank thermometer that read 117 and I could feel the bones in my legs catching on fire.  But on the flip side, I just made a joke about the tundra.

So I opted out of the question because both seem like an impossibility.  I am weak.  But happier for it.

What would you choose?  Phoenix or Duluth?

You know you love it

Some of life's most pressing questions seem to arise at my family's Sunday dinners.  Tonight was no exception.  This one was heavily debated and we came to no real conclusion so I proposed I'd bring it to the masses.

What is your preferred order of Hershey Miniatures?

Mine goes as follows:

1.  Mr. Goodbar
2.  Special Dark
3.  Krackle
4.  Milk

I know, I know.  There is better chocolate than Hershey's.  But that is not the debate.  And you know you have a warm spot in your heart for it.  It's the chocolate of your youth.  And when presented with an assortment you instantly go for one particular variety.  I want to know what that is. 

If you're one of those people who doesn't like chocolate (freak) then you may put what your Starburst preference is (pink, orange, red, yellow).  And if you're one of those people who doesn't like candy (alien freak) then don't bother commenting because I couldn't handle not respecting you anymore.