I stumbled across a blog presenting questions from the book, Pirates of Pensacola by  Keith Thomson. The questions intrigued me, so here are my answers…

1) I was a complete chicken as a child, but Polly found that warnings of a sea monster, intended to keep the kids close to home, just made her want to explore even more.

Were you ever given a warning that backfired, making you have a stronger desire to do that which was warned against?

Yes. Men.

2) What was the sea monster’s name?

Babydoll.

3) Polly lives for the pursuit of adventure; Morgan, in pursuit of stability; Isaac, in pursuit of gold. What do you live in pursuit of?

I live in the pursuit of the mere thought of serving my muse breakfast in bed in Paris—or Tokyo.

4) What’s the strangest way or place that you’ve begun a relationship?

 Fifth-row center at a Barbara Streisand concert.

5)”Single-stick” and “head bumping” sound like interesting sports to watch, although I’m partial to the Caber Toss myself. What’s your favorite sport to watch?

Um, what?

6) What’s the oddest item you’ve bought at auction?

I tried to win, “Can you see MC Hammer’s face in my slice of bread?” on eBay, but…heavy sigh, I got out-bid.

7) What’s your weakness?

Yes. Men.

8) Describe your arch-enemy.

My arch-enemy profile would look like the following:

FEMALE VERSION
Car:           Mini-van.
Hobby:      Scrapbooks everything down to her bowel movements, God-forbid she reads a book.
Husband:   First guy to wave a shiny object.
Kids:          Unruly.
Career:      Please see Hobby.
Other interests:   Probably shops at DEB.
Motto:  Please see Hobby.

MALE VERSION
Car:       Porsche or BMW, most likely both.
Hobby:  Looking at himself in the mirror; applying his skin care products; buying his $2000 suits.
Wife:     At first, says it should be me, but then breaks up with me and marries the next skank,
I mean girl, that comes along.
Kids:      Whatever.
Career:  Of course, uber-successful lawyer, real estate broker, or rock star.
Other interests:   Buys me a coffee mug for Valentine’s Day.
Philosophy:         Man-boys are like eggs, they either hatch and mature—or spoil.

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What would your answers be?