Even though I'm full from dinner, I'll be a team player and serve up a Tuna family-sized helping of Friday's Feast. Enjoy!
Appetizer: When was the last time you visited a hospital?
I don't think I've been inside a hospital since the birth of little NephewTuna, who is now SIX years old. Unbelievable. TinyTuna would have to say the same thing. GramTuna, however, does weekly hospital visits and chats with patients who are dealing with rehab and physical therapy. Although her purpose is to be a listening ear for the patients, she often comes away from her sessions touched and inspired. It's pretty amazing.
Soup: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest, how ambitious are you?
Well, that's a qualified IT DEPENDS. To do my dishes, I figure I'm currently at a Negative 57. To do things I really, really WANT to do? I live my life at 11, baby.
Salad: Make a sentence using the letters of a body part
(example: "Mouth" = My Other Ukelele Tings Healthily)
FINGER = Feasting Is Not Getting Easier..RATS!
Main Course: If you were to start a club, what would the subject matter be, and what would you name it?
If I were to start a club, it would be the BRING A SWEATER -- HELL HAS FROZEN OVER 'CAUSE GREENTUNA STARTED A CLUB club. Seriously, I don't know what it is about organized playtime that just rubs me the wrong way. It's too fussy. It's too organized. It's too be nice to others, which I have neither the time, patience nor skill-set to achieve. However, I'm never adverse to the "Hey, Church is over, let's go to the Grill Dogs for Brunch" club, or the "My TV is on, and you're welcome to join me in sleeping in front of it" club, or the "I'll feed you yummy, yummy food if you carry horribly heavy things out of my basement" club. At least with those clubs I get fed, I take naps, and I clean up...one way or another.
Dessert: What color is the carpet/flooring in your house?