The Art of Darkness

I Did a Foolish Thing

February 19th, 2007 by Cobwebs

I am a reader of blogs, many of which are “Mommyblogs;” I figure I can always use a little reassurance that Shadowboy is normal (more or less). One of them was tagged to answer questions about herself, and rather than re-answering questions she’d done previously, she challenged her readers to ask her “the most outrageous, inappropriate, entertaining, or just plain hilarious” questions they liked. So I asked one. And then the bitch tagged us back.

So here are my answers. (Hi, readers of Beth’s blog! Welcome to a site that is more or less entirely outside your demographic! Come over to the Dark Side–we have cookies!)

Name five movies you could watch over and over OR five places you’d like to go on vacation.

  • Better Off Dead
  • The Princess Bride
  • Willow
  • The Rocky Horror Picture Show
  • My Fair Lady (Pleh. And I call myself a Goth)
OR
  • Australia
  • Japan
  • India
  • Greece
  • One of those Eastern European countries that are still largely untouristed but are sufficiently hip-and-with-it to have indoor plumbing

Complete this sentence: In my refrigerator/kitchen/pantry, you can always find:
Olive oil. Except for high-temperature frying, where it breaks down, it’s the only oil I cook or bake with.

If you had to live without one body part (i.e. a maniacal evil villain gave a choice about what they would cut off – feel free to choose internal or external parts) what would you choose, and why?
My appendix. Duh.

What is the oldest thing in your house?
My husband.

What is your secret, comfort food indulgence that you are embarrassed to admit because some may find it disgusting?
I’d like to blame my rural Nebraskan grandparents for this: Take 1 Tbsp mayonnaise, 2 Tbsp catsup, 2 Tbsp mustard, mix together and serve over broccoli (preferably broccoli that’s been cooked to within an inch of its life). I grew up eating this concoction, and will still occasionally eat it when I need a morale boost, despite the utter disgust it engenders in, well, pretty much everybody. And for good reason. It disgusts even me.

do you fart in front of each other??
Yes, but I blame the dogs
what about pee?
My husband saw an entire person being shoved out of my nether regions. If he can’t handle me peeing in front of him, the problem is entirely his.

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  1. Beth Says:

    Cookies? Did you say cookies?

    Um, that broccoli thing sounds foul.

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