Time for a fun game!
I came up with this as I was driving in my car, talking to myself. I think Henry thinks I'm talking to him, as he stares at me (mirror on the back of the headrest facing him directed into my review mirror) like I'm giving him the wisdom of the world... Oh no kid, I'm just shooting the $h!t with myself, coming up with blog posts. No wisdom here buddy!
Anyway, through these animated conversations with myself, I came up with this gem of a game. Rules are simple: Two situations are pitted against each other, and you have to pick one. I told you these were deep conversations...
Would you rather drink and dance at a honky tonk or a posh NYC club?
In my current state of life, gimme the honky tonk! I've developed a disdain for pretentious people in my ripe old age of 30. Five to seven years ago, I'd have taken that club in a minute!
Would you rather be stranded in the snow for a whole winter or deserted on an island for the rest of your life?
Funny, I've been stranded in the snow for a whole winter. It's called living in Minnesota... I'm an extrovert though, so I suppose that's still a bit better than flying solo on the beach for the rest of my life. This one's a close call!
Would you rather step on a lizard or a small snake?
NOOOOOO. We get little lizards in our house fairly consistently (those mofo's are tricky and can get into the smallest of cracks!) Fortunately our biggest dog, Baxter, is a dog of the streets (aka a rescue) and loves to kill them. Straight thuggin' style. I just call him on over and he takes care of the problem. Then he gets a mountain of praise and several large handfuls of treats and looks to be about the proudest dog that ever was! He's even training our littlest dog (a Morkie, who's 11lbs) to kill. Thank God, because I'm sure not going to touch that thing.
Oh what's that, I haven't answered the question? Yes I'm stalling. Both freak me out. I guess the lizard is slightly less gross... Just slightly.
Would you rather walk around (unknowingly) with your skirt tucked in your panties in the back or with baby poo smeared all down your side?
Considering I workout five to six days a week and am pretty proud of my rump, I'll go with the skirt situation. I also know how disgusting it is to walk around with a....... ahem! surprise all down your back. It inevitably transfers to something else and you think, "where did THAT come from?!" And then you realize it's YOU. It came off YOU. So. Disgusting. Flashing people a panty-clad rump? Aint no thang. I've given birth, you think a butt flash scares me? HAHAHAHAHAHAH YOU'RE FUNNY.
Would you rather die young but be remembered for doing something great, or live a long life and have your memory go along with you?
I'll take the long life with my loved ones. I don't understand why everyone wants to be remembered. Memories are for YOU. You can't control how others think of you. So live your life, have a great time, be with your loved ones and let it go.
Just don't sing that Frozen crap around me. I have a house full of males for a reason, and it's to NOT listen to bad Disney musicals, please and thank you.
Feel free to come up with your own silly questions to ask yourself if you want to play along. I'd love to hear how y'all would answer!