For months now I've been coyly darting around the blogosphere batting my eyelashes, laughing seductively, flipping my hair, turning carefree cartwheels and occasionally running backwards in slow motion while the sun lights up my blue eyes until they are the color of the sky after a thunderstorm.
Finally, all that hard work has finally paid off and I have been TAGGED by a sweet reader named Melba who assures me that if I do not answer the following important questions I will break the chain and my associates will all be cursed with psoriasis of the liver.
Melba, before I answer, may I just ask whether you were named after a peach because of your rosy complexion or because of that layer of fuzz that adds so much to your face and personality? (Please email me with your answer.)
1. Where were you five years ago?
Five years ago Melba, I found myself deep within the bowels of the rainforest on an expedition to map a little known tributary of the Amazon accompanied only by my small brown guide, and an inflatable canoe I had previously purchased from the LL Bean catalog for 40% off. Or, I might have been folding clothes and doing dishes, I can't remember for sure because of the concussion I received either when I was knocked out of my canoe by an anaconda, or when I tripped over a skateboard in the garage.
2. On my to-do list today?
Hose off the Jaguar, eat a pound of bacon, pick up the dry cleaning and exercise.
3. What are your five favorite snacks?
*c. little squares of pepper jack cheese
*d. brownie bites
*e. partially thawed cream puffs from a tub purchased at Costco
*I believe it doesn't qualify as a "snack" unless you can store it on your fingers for handy consumption while reading or watching television. Snacks may be facilitated via toothpick only if you are at the computer.
4. If you were a billionaire you would...
Oh Melba, you silly, I wouldn't change a thing except I'd do more of it.
Sorry guys, I'm too tired to tag anyone else, plus I wouldn't want any of you to risk psoriasis of the liver