I stole this blog idea from The Wishful Writer. It’s like a meme or those forwarded emails, but more fun.

After Six… vodka tonics I will still not have a hangover. I have only really tried to get drunk two or three times and I have apparently been gifted in this area.

It doesn’t matter… that Harper Lee will never write another novel. To Kill a Mockingbird was gift enough.

In another… few years these damn cats had better love each other and me too.

My mother always said… “what are you using to wash your face?”

There are times… when I really and truly believe that I will one day write something worthwhile and in the pursuit of “truth, beauty, and goodness.”

At the funeral… I hope there isn’t any organ music.

Consideration brings… better decisions. Think people! Think!

In 1986… I was 3. The only memory I have from this time is finger painting. I was standing in front of the kid-sized easel with a plastic smock tied around my body and a jar of orange finger paint. My parents were in church so I was in the nursery and I was trying to make some kind of actual object with my fingerpaint. I can’t remember what it was, possibly a sun or a landscape. At any rate, I messed it up. And I couldn’t go back because it was PAINT. So I decided that my new goal was to cover the entire “canvas” with orange. A solid corner-to-corner bright orange. I was 2/3 of the way through my masterpiece when church let out and my parents came to pick me up. I never got to finish it.

Don’t laugh, but… I earn my rent money editing standardized tests for the state of N.C. hahahahaha.

Without hesitation… I would run away with aaa7894k*&F.

Ordinarily, I’d never… do anything without hesitation.

I was driving to… the brink of disaster when my friends convinced me that getting help was not as terrifying as it seemed. And for which I am grateful.

In my mind… I cuss a lot more than I should.