The rules:

1. Leave me a comment saying you want to be interviewed. (I’ll take the first five or so, if there are that many of you interested.)
2. I’ll email you five questions of my choosing.
3. You update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. They will answer the questions on their own blog and carry on the process.

My questions are from Beth.

1. Remember the movie Brewster’s Millions? That happens to you, except on a smaller scale. You receive a million dollars that you must spend in 30 days. However, you cannot have any assets to show for the money at the end of the month (and you can’t buy something and then destroy it), you cannot waste the money, you cannot give it away, and you cannot tell anyone what you are doing. How do you ditch the dough in a month or less?

I’m not sure I even understand. Is there anything left that I can do? I guess I’d buy a million dollars of really expensive food and invite everyone I know over to eat it. Is that allowed?

2. You are locked in a toy store overnight, with no way out until it reopens in the morning. What do you play with all night?

There are books in toy stores, right? The Big Guy always says I read kids’ books anyway (Twilight, Harry Potter, The Golden Compass…) so that’s exactly what I’d do. Curl up on a kiddy couch with ten or fifteen good chapter books. If there were no books available (what kind of a toy store would that be, though?) then I’d probably play cards or another game that I could play by myself. Oooh, and I’d colour!

3. If you could have a dinner party with any three famous people, living or dead, you would be wasting your supernatural powers on hosting dinner parties. What would you do instead?

Like, what supernatural power would I want to have? Healing, like Claire…but only if I could heal other people too. I’d also love to be able to fly or stop time a la Nathan & Hiro.

4. What’s the best thing since sliced bread? Now, sliced bread ain’t all that impressive, so what’s the best mediocre, hum-drum improvement or advancement that has made modern life just ever so slightly more convenient for humanity, along the lines of saving yourself five seconds every time you want a piece of bread.

Just one?

I love my lemon reamer, garlic press, bread maker, panini press, pineapple corer…

Apparently I’m lazy.

I also really really love the Ziploc bag.

5. What’s your best quality? The response to this question must be a simple declarative statement. You may elaborate on that statement, provided that your elaboration does not include the words “but,” “however,” or “although,” or any other hedging, equivocating, back-sliding, gerrymandering (which is not at all appropriate in this context, but I think it should be, don’t you?) or any other type of backing down from the simple declarative statement with which you began your response.

I am considerate and thoughtful.

I don’t like other people that aren’t considerate and thoughtful. It’s really not that hard to be those things…it just take a little…um…consideration and thoughtfulness.

Anyone wanna play?

By the time Primo was this age I was already pregnant. If I was rich & young, I’d be pregnant now for sure because I have baby fever something bad when I think of her getting close to weaning. She was actually starting to wean a bit before Christmas but now has cut 2 top molars and is cutting both bottoms which makes it hurt to eat (and sleep, apparently…soooo tired) so she’s nursing around the clock like a newborn again. I think it will be a while before she weans, but I thought so with Primo too and he self weaned at 13.5 months when, one morning, he decided he’d rather have a smoothie than breastmilk.

This Saturday we’re having a little party for Bella – mostly a playdate for her big brother and her parents, but whatever. It’s all about the photo op for her, right?!?! Nothing major – just a lunch hour play party at our place with appies & pb&j sandwiches followed by cake & ice cream. Hopefully I’ll have my crap together enough to remember to take pictures. Poor second child gets no attention.