Marvin won't answer me. I hear him in the bedroom, getting ready, but he is REFUSING to acknowledge that he hears me in here. I need to know if the camera is charged up so I can give you obligatory Henry picture.
"Muffin?" I am shouting, over the coffee maker and Brad and Britt, the morning guys we listen to on the radio. "Muffin, muffin, muffin, muffin, muffin, muffin, muffin, MUFFIN, MUFFIN, MUFFIN?!" I am yelling, and yet mysteriously, he is not answering.
Do you like Facebook? Are you even on Facebook? I am, and no, I am not on there as June Gardens, and I just inadvertently answered a waiting Ask June question. I am on there as my actual name.
At any rate, the other day I put on there one of those annoying quizzes: How Well Do You Know Me, because more stuff has to be about me, and aside from the fact that two of my ex-boyfriends got 80% right and Marvin only got 60%, almost no one got my "What animal would I be?" answer right.
They all guessed house cat. Just because I LOVE house cats doesn't mean I want to BE a house cat. Is it housecat or house cat? I have no time to look. It's 7:18 and I am in my robe.
Anyway, this all lead me to ask you my deep psychological question that I used to ask people when we were all drinking at bars. It is fascinating, so shut up and join me. Answer me today and I will tell you the deep meaning tomorrow. If you already know the deep meaning, do not tell.
What animal would you want to be, and why? What is your second choice, and why?
All parts of the above are important. The "and why" is important and both choices are important.
My choices are black leopard because they are sexy and mysterious. My second choice is pink flamingo because they are quirky and interesting.
Okay, I must get dressed lest my workplace think I have become Franciscan.