This comes from a post-a-day prompt thoughtfully provided by WordPress. What questions do I hope a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist NEVER asks me?
We all know Jane is never going to be interviewed by anyone other than a very obscure journal called: “Women Who Eat Too Much Sugar and The Horses Who Get Miffed By Rider Weight Gain”.
If she’s lucky.
This is what I don’t want you to know.
- Do you have an imaginary friend?
- What is on your bucket list?
- How many times did you lie to your mother about her Mother’s Day Card already being mailed?
Questions I wish someone would ask me:
- Where do you see Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys heading?
- Would you like the rest of this cake?
- How many bugs would you say were in your childhood?
What the heck. Let’s go for it.
1. Do you have an imaginary friend?
No. I do not have an imaginary friend. But really, we should let Sir Doodelus and Lady Cramplebug weigh in on that. They have a problematic love child that is a cross between a green beetle and…something glittery…who is in a completely unsuitable relationship with a hairy bumblebee named Ferdinand. Their lives are complicated and involve way more drama than I am comfortable with.
2. What is on your bucket list?
“Bucket List” makes people think of Zip Lines, and Jumping Out of Airplanes, and traveling to Obscure Countries without proper inoculation. I am not a “Bucket List” person. I find movies terrifying. My brain understands my body is just sitting in a room watching light flicker, but my soul is certain I will die a horrible death when that car being riddled by bullets from a semi-automatic sails over the guard rail, bursts into flame, and plunges 1000 feet down into a gorge, end over end.
Not that I’ve thought about it.
Fine. I’ll go over the guard rail. The Bucket List:
1. Reading with Goats.
This is Jane’s speed. That pink blob is the neighbor sitting out in her field, reading with her goats. While we don’t appreciate Goat Trees, we do love to see our neighbor reading in the sun, surrounded by happy goats. This is the back of the neighbor’s home. The properties abut. If the neighbor wasn’t some complicated distance away off another road and a couple zillion random driveways, Jane would have already knocked and asked if she could come read with their goats. And we wouldn’t be hearing from her, because she’d be locked up some where.
2. Listen at least 100 more times to David Sedaris reading his story “Jesus Shaves.”
3. Spend even more quality time with certain friends:
4. Explore my Native American Heritage.
Being a Native American is hilarious. We tilt-ily rode lime green dinosaurs, without a saddle or bridle. Who knew?
5. Keep My Horse Off Twitter
This is turning out to be surprisingly difficult.
6. Hoard, I mean “Rescue” a bunch of these guys.
And look, he clips!
Enough of the Bucket List.
3. How many times did you lie to your mother about her Mother’s Day Card already being mailed?
Too complicated. I’d have to do the math. How old I was when I started mailing Mother’s Day Cards times the guilt factor (Number of times I repeated, “No really, it should be there by now!”) minus the times I didn’t even pretend I’d mailed it on time.
Waaaay too complicated.
What are the questions you ARE NOT GOING TO ANSWER?