Saturday 9

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Hurts So Good

1. Tell us about the last time you really got hurt.

I haven't ever been badly injured that I can recall. After years of bashing myself into stationary objects, I seem to be sort of indestructible or at least have developed a pretty high pain tolerance. I have a doozy of a bruise on my outer thigh from last week's grocery shopping. The bagging stand ran into me. {koff koff}

Oooh, yeah: last summer (or the summer before?) I fell through the floor of a barn and scraped and bruised up my right leg rather dramatically. No real damage but it sure looked awful for a couple of weeks: from mid-calf to about halfway up my thigh. The first time I've ever been happy about having fat legs. LMAO

2. What's your oldest possession?

We have a lot of old shit in this house, from furniture built by my dad in the '40s to paintings done by Beast's grandmother, to photos from 100 years ago of assorted family members. Take your pick. Actually, no. Don't.

3. Do you have any phobias?

No. All my fears are perfectly reasonable.

4. What values did your parents instill in you?

I grew up in a very 1950s household. Unfortunately, I was born in 1963, so I was a little out of sync with my peer group. My parents were dyed-in-the-wool Republicans who managed to raise five kids who all vote much further left than they could understand. I still think Dad was a Democrat underneath all his manic protestations about the Evils of Roosevelt.

5. What are your plans for Easter?

I'll be at church from 8:00 till noon or so. Then I'm making dinner for 6 people.

6. I like sun more than snow.

LOL

7. Tell us about 3 fads from your teenage years.

Rubik's Cubes, Gunne Sax dresses, disco. Which, dammit, I liked. So sue me.

8. Tell us what is the most important attribute in a lover.

Sort of a tie between attentiveness and a good sense of the absurd.

9. What new piece of technology have you resisted buying and what would it take for you to change your mind?

I'm still not sold on downloadable music. Seems like a giant fucking hassle. I have toyed with the idea of hiring a teenager to burn all my CDs onto my MP3 player.