Stupid Blog Meme I Couldn't Resist For Some Reason

On my daily perusal of some of my favorite blogs, I came upon this meme, and for some reason, even though I have never done one before, I felt like doing this one.

So please indulge me. (All three of you.)

A. Age: 40 (Weep!)

B. Bed size: Queen, I think. It's the single most expensive purchase Handsome and I have made (well, besides the apartment itself, of course) but it is so, so worth it. I love that bed.

C. Chore that you hate: ironing, vacuuming, folding fitted sheets.

D. Dogs: No thank you.

E. Essential start to your day: fresh squeezed lemon juice. Ever since my osteopath recommended it, I can feel the difference when I don't do this in the morning, so I do it.

F. Favorite color: Red. Duh.

G. Gold or Silver: Silver, I guess, though I don't wear much of either. I do have a lovely Tiffany's charm bracelet that a dear friend gave me. Whenever I wear it, it makes me feel strong and lucky and loved.


H. Height: with or without high heels?

I. Instruments you play: Oh god, this is so pitiful. My poor mother made me take piano lessons until I was 13, as well as flute and piccolo, and I had a brief but ill-fated fascination with the guitar and the accordeon. All this to say that once I hit 13, I was through with that shit and all about being a teenager. And today, I cannot remember A SINGLE THING. I can no longer read music or play a single note on any instrument. Isn't that just, sad? My poor mother. She meant well! And, now, I wish I could play something! Life is weird.

J. Job title: who gives a shit? Okay, fine. Executive Assistant. Blah.

K. Kids: Hope springs eternal.

L. Live: Paris, France (It was a lifelong dream to be able to write that! Huzzah!)

M. Mother's name: Daphne. (Gorgeous. Both in name and person)

N. Nicknames: I have had oh so many. Current ones include Miss P and Cheetah, but my family calls me Neppie. NO ONE is EVER allowed to call me Penny. Ever. Some of my favorite past nicknames are Reiderstein / Reiderberg and P Lopez. Lopey Lopes was pretty good, too. These were all from waitressing days. You amuse yourself however you can in that highly stressful job, what can I say?

O. Overnight hospital stays: This is what they came up with for the letter 'O'? Whatever.

P. Pet peeves: Misspelling and non capitalisation. (Yes, I am an old fart.) Being interrupted. People who are eternal victims.

Q. Quote from a movie: "You talkin' to me?"

R. Right- or left-handed: Right

S. Siblings: One older sister who I don't see enough. Hi, Sis!

U. Underwear: Usually mismatched and old. I can't bear to pay the prices they ask for decent stuff over here. No way am I paying 50$ for a mediocre bra made in China that isn't even the right size.

V. Vegetable(s) you hate: Cooked endives. Blech.

W. What makes you run late: My nature.

X. X-Rays you've had: Teeth, knee, lungs, you name it. When you emigrate, you get thoroughly examined.

Y. Yummy food that you make: My signature dishes are steak au poivre and gratin dauphinois, but I absolutely love to cook, so I am constantly expanding my repertoire. I just recently mastered the tarte tatin. Old style. Yum!

Z. Zoo animal: Giraffes always amaze me, and the elephants make me all gooey. The big cats are awesome, too. Oh, hell, all of them but the snakes and spiders. Anaconda ---- aaaaaaaaa!!!!!!