It's a morning edition of Friday's Feast. Must mean I don't want to work (out, out, damn saxophones!). What's for breakfast?
Appetizer: When was the last time you received a surprise in the mail, and what was it?
Why, just this morning I received a letter whose subject line said I wouldn't need to furtively stuff socks in my pants anymore. It's hard to know here what would be the biggest surprise: that spammers actually used the word furtively or having it never occur to me to check my pants for all those lonely socks.
Soup: If you could have a summer and/or winter home, where would you want it to be?
On the beach. In the mountains. In a box. With a fox. Here or there. Anywhere.
I'll even take it with green eggs and ham, as long as the refrigerator is always magically stocked and the elves magically clean it when I'm gone.
Salad: Pick one: pineapple, orange, banana, apple, cherry
Pick one: Why? For what reason? How come? Huh? What you talkin' about, Willis?
Main Course: Describe the nicest piece of clothing you own.
"Nice" is in the butt of the beholder.
Dessert: If you could forget one whole day from your life, which day would you choose to wipe from your memory?
For once, a serious answer. None of them. Who I am today is a culmination of everything that has happened for the past 16,664 days. You erase the bad, you don't learn. Sorry peeps. That's life.