How in the heck did it become the MIDDLE of February? Didn’t it just start last week? I am pretty sure than entire days and possibly even weeks are just melting into one large blob of a day for me to get through……the computer says it is the 18th…….so it really must be. I just can’t remember the 3rd through the 12th………maybe I should read backwards through the blog to see what day it really is.
I know it’s Monday as Mel has a new SYW challenge post for us, and the questions are some I don’t recognize from last week or last month……….but dang it all. I need some way of keeping days straight!
oh right..Mel’s questions. (sighing LOUDLY) As always the questions are a pretty colour . Did ya like that English English version of the word as opposed to American English? I like English English better…… FOCUS SUZE!
If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?
.I’d read..or sew…or quilt. I’d probably make (and eat) a cake too. I’d better sleep instead.
What job would you be terrible at?
Otorhinolaryngologogist. Yup. can’t pronounce it much less do it.
When was the last time you climbed a tree?
Tried to or actually accomplished it without hanging from one leg while screaming for assistance? Because it matters.
Do you count your steps?
only when measuring the floor without a tape measure…
Bonus question (just because it’s really silly) What’s the dumbest way you’ve injured yourself?
Trying to take a picture of the Great Pyramid of Giza……I was holding up my camera to look through the viewfinder, and starting walking backwards to get the entire pyramid into the screen. I was obviously not looking behind me and walked right into the South end of a northbound camel…who took exception to my maneuver and kicked out. The camel’s left rear foot connected squarely with the right portion of my Gluteous Maximus and caused such a forward movement that I fell face first into the end of a souvenir hawker’s table…the table was full of tiny Pyramids and Sphinx (es?) that slid off the table (sliding directly towards my face which was holding the table at a slant) and I got cut above the eye with a pyramid. It bled profusely for a few minutes…another hawker grabbed a black and white Khafiya to hold against my eye……it looked just like the one Yasser Arafat used to wear…or was it Omar Sharif? In any event, I got to keep the Khafiya and brought it home to my hubby, George. He wears it on Halloween.