ABC's

We leave tomorrow for Florida.  More about that (and my vacation trousseau) later.  For now, a nice, distracting little meme. 

A. Age:  Barely legal.

B. Bed size: Queen.  It might be an extra-small Queen, though.  At least it feels that way when the 30-pound puggle snuggles up between us.

C. Chore you dislike:  Um, all of them?  Maybe if I had to name a chore I do like?  I mean, that seems like it would have a much narrower scope.  Anyway, one chore I like is laundry (weird, I know, I especially like ironing) and one chore I dislike is vacuuming dog hair of the sofas.  It is also the chore I have to do most frequently.

D. Dogs:  Two.  Little Mac, the eleven-year-old female pek-a-poo with a gender-bending name.  And Cooper.  The fat five-year-old eunuch of a puggle who loves to snuggle.  And also loves to eat.

E. Essential start to your day:  grief book.  yoga dvd.  V8 fusion juice.  e-mail.

F. Favorite color:  pink

G. Gold or silver:  gold sandals, silver bracelets

H. Height: 5'5"

I. Instruments you play(ed): Piano (for maybe a year and a half) and trombone (for four interminable years in middle school band).  A musical prodigy I was not.  Also it sucks to play the trombone when you have braces.  Also it sucks to play the trombone when you're ten years old and small and the trombone is almost as tall as you are.  Also it sucks to play the trombone when you wanted to play the saxophone but your dad happened to have a crappy old trombone in the attic from when he played in high school so now you're stuck playing the trombone.  Also it sucks to play the trombone when you're terrible at it and you have no ear for music.  Can you tell how much I loved playing the trombone?

J. Job title: Adjunct Professor.  It's just as glamorous as it sounds.

K. Kids:  Eliza

L. Live: from New York, it's Saturday Night.

M. Mom’s name: Caroline

N. Nicknames:  Brookie, B, Beez Nutz, Wookie, Wook

O. Overnight hospital stays:  in third grade with poison ivy on my face and in December when I lost Eliza

P. Pet peeves:  when my husband "tidies up" things that I had deliberately left out for a specific reason and then he cannot remember where he has put them.  This happens all the time.  I am still looking for these candlestick holders that were a wedding gift that he evidently decided should not be on the dining room table but now he has no idea where they are.  He also loves to put books back on the bookshelves without telling me about it.  And yet I can't get him to wipe off the kitchen counter when it's all crumb-covered.  Isn't that crazy?  Still, if "excessively tidy" is my only complaint about him, believe me I am not really complaining!

Q. Quote from a movie:  "Nobody puts Baby in a corner."  I hate being put on the spot like that.  This is the only movie quote I can think of.  Except for pretty much all of the dialog from Adventures in Babysitting, but I will spare you.

R. Righty or lefty: Righty.

S. Siblings: one brother

T. Time you wake up: 8ish

U. Underwear: my favorites are from the Gap.  Cooper has eaten four pairs of them.  What a perv.

V. Vegetables you don’t like:  Mushrooms and olives

W.What makes you run late:  Getting out to the car and realizing I've forgotten something (this happens almost everyday.  In fact, my next door neighbor makes fun of me for it since he has observed me rush to the car, start the car, turn off the car, and dash back inside for cell phone, coupon, shopping list, textbook, sunglasses, etc. countless times).

X. X-rays you’ve had:  teeth and right ankle (it was just a sprain but a really painful one)

Y. Yummy food you make:  homemade cinnamon rolls, vegetarian chili, Southwestern casserole

Z. Zoo animal favorites:  I really like the sea lions and the big lazy cats.