Monday MeMe

I took this from ...Curious as a Cat because I don't really have anything to blog about.

1)  Would you prefer to have your own swimming pool or your own airplane?  Why?

I'd go with the airplane.  I'm not sure why but I'm scared to death of large bodies of water.  Maybe I drowned in a previous life or something, lol.  Plus, with an airplane, I'd be able to travel where ever I wanted to at a moment's notice.

2)  Which items in your house do you think will bring in the most money at an antique store in a century.

Honestly, this is a hard one!  While I do have some nice stuff, I don't know that I really have anything of any real value.  After thinking about it for a little bit, I'm decided on my telephone.

These days, everyone and their grandma uses cell phones.  Except for me.  I've gone my whole life without one and am surviving just fine.  When I tell people that, they look at me like I must be crazy and insist they can't live without theirs.  Trust me, you can!

I don't have a rotary phone or anything, just an ordinary wireless landline and one with a wire connected to the wall.  I'm gonna go with the one with a wire just because it seems like hardly anyone has one of those anymore.

3)  Do you shop around when you look for clothes or do you buy the first thing you like?  


I always shop around.  AND I make sure to try things on before leaving the store!  I'm short so I have to make sure the length is right.  Plus sometimes I'll find an outfit that I just adore but then I'll try it on and it looks horrible on me.  I have a love/hate relationship with clothes shopping.  I'll love it at the store but when I get it home, I tend to hate it.

4)  Show and Tell.  What comes to mind first when you see this picture?  Or tell a story if it reminds you of one.

It looks like a nicely wrapped gift.  And this is the story it reminded me of:

About 87 million years ago, I used to work at a salon.  Every once in awhile, a gift would need to be wrapped and somehow or another, it became my official job to make it look pretty.  I don't know how or why the responsibility came to fall on me.

I'd just barely get the wrapping paper rolled out when my boss would rush over to remind me to measure the wrapping paper before cutting it.  When she could see that I'd measured and cut and would just barely start to wrap it around the gift, she'd pretty much insist on taking over, even though it was officially my job.  She'd always wrap it up so nicely and make it look like it was done professionally.

Whenever the gift was presented to the recipient, they'd invariably comment of the beautiful gift wrapping.  My boss would proudly inform them that I did it.  I'd always insist that I didn't actually have anything to do with it but my boss would never take credit for it.