It's a Friday afternoon don't want to start anything new at work edition of Friday's Feast. How long can we make this last?
Appetizer: Name something you think is "the best"
I have this issue with superlatives. As soon as I pick a favorite or an "est" of anything, I have overwhelming guilt for all those left behind. It's like sending things to the Island of Misfit Toys. It's like watching Romper Room and having that lady look into the mirror and say the names of all the children she saw that day and NEVER saying your name. I think "the best" thing to do is not answer.
Soup: On a scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 highest), how stressed are you today?
Well, that appetizer question just about put me over the edge, but personally I'm am hovering right around coma level. Combine the two, and I'd say partly sunny with low humidity.
Salad: What kind of cleanser do you use to clean your face?
These kind of questions only serve to increase both my coma level AND my stress level. Who cares? The soapy kind.
Main Course: Tonight is a blue moon! Name something you believe only happens "once in a blue moon".
Distinct absence of telemarketers and junk mail
Quiet, patient cats
Dessert: When was the last time it rained where you live?
Six hours ago. Thanks Mother Nature! I didn't want to have to water tonight.
Sorry it was so lame. You can do better. Give it a shot HERE.