Thursday Thunks! (which we always seem to post on Wednesday)
Where we make you think a little bit before you blog!
This week we will answer some crazy questions brought to you by Kimber, the number 1172007 and the color of the walls in an asylum.
1. Does soap or shampoo have to really lather up for you to feel that it cleaned throughly?
Yep. I'm completely and utterly shallow in that regard. If there are no bubbles and if it doesn't smell good, I'm not using it.
2. Do you have a long standing joke with someone that you still laugh about every time you talk to that person?
Hmmm . . . well, Sherri and I still call each other "Pooh" and "Piglet" despite the fact that she looks nothing like Pooh and I hope I look nothing like Piglet. And Becca and I still laugh about the "Shmeckpepper" family on Family Feud and the ridiculously cheesy case names on the court t.v. programs, like "What the truck?" over a stolen truck and "Unbeweavable!" about a hair salon disaster.
3. Share something that happened to you this past week that was unusual.
Ummm, I had enough time to finish 2 books? And I didn't have more than 3 or 4 homicidal thoughts about my bosses?
4. If you dropped a purple crayon and a green crayon off a roof, which would melt faster in the sun?
First, I would never drop said crayons because I love purple and green. And where are the other crayons? How high up is the roof? Is it summertime or wintertime? What time of day? Are they brand new crayons or mushy used ones? (Yep, that was the analytical part of me). If I had to give a defined answer I would say "it depends" (learned that in paralegal school).
And to give an absolute answer and in keeping with the irony that often hits me over the head like a 2x4, I would say that both would melt equally in my hand before I could toss them off the roof, staining what is surely a white shirt I would choose to wear that day.
5. You are standing in line (grocery store, bank, etc.), and someone gets in line behind you that stinks. The stink is so bad that people in line in front of you turn around and look to see if you are the one causing the stink. Do you cover your nose, hold your breath, breathe through your mouth or just get out of line altogether?
This has actually happened to me. As much as I would secretly love to stare at said smelly person, gape or give them a dollar for a bar of soap, I generally try to discreetly cover my nose and suffer through it. If, however, my son was there, he would probably question loudly "What is that smell?" or "Who stinks around here?"
6. If you dropped your cell phone in the toilet, would you fish it out? If so, how much soap would you use to wash your hands afterwards?
That depends (yep, another answer in legalese). Is it my toilet at home or a public toilet? In my toilet, yes. I would scrub my hands silly but yes, I would. If a public toilet, heck, I would then too. I need my cell phone. But I'd be whining and crying about it for days.
7. Sydney Australia dust storm (link). How long do you think it would take you to clean your house after that sort of dust storm?
Who says my house doesn't look like that after my son and his friends come over and the dogs run rampant? Seriously . . . I have no idea. Part of me would probably go crazy with my Kirby, the other part of me would probably just want to move.
8. Do you think you can dance?
Only after a few cocktails!
9. You are out to eat and someone across the room is staring at you. Do you get paranoid, try to ignore them, or go find out why they are staring at you?
Ignore them. That has happened to me. If it's a continual, long stare I often threaten to get up and ask them "Do I know you? Do I owe you money?" or something like that but I never do. Now my husband, on the other hand would totally go find out why they're staring.
10. Come up with a crazy, wacky Thursday Thunk question.
Have you ever tasted dog food or cat food on a dare?
And to answer Sandy's #10 question: Have you ever colored your hair and had to live with the disaster? or any other such hair raising experience?
Ah yes, memories. My mom was "maintaining" my hair for me once (sounds nicer than "coloring") and we bought the last 4 containers of my auburn/red shade from the bin at Sally's. Or so we thought. Someone had dropped a container of Elvis Black in there and neither one of us noticed until it was on my head and had colored. Can we just say that I am NOT meant to look like Elvis, in any shape or form? I had to make an emergency appointment at my salon the next day, call in sick to work (I had a female boss who understood that "hair coloring disasters" really do equate to an emergency sick day) and spend all day in the salon, waiting and then getting my hair bleached colorless and then having the right color reapplied. All while my scalp was burning and being told that my hair might very well start to fall out (It did not, thank goodness).
So what are your Thursday Thunks? Care to join in?