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[copied from dland]

I borrowed this from bozoette, who got it here.

Appetizer
Where on your body do you have a scar, and what caused it?

I have two surgical scars: one on my belly from last August's unexpected appendectomy, and one on the back of my neck on the right side, running up into my scalp, where they took out the brain tumor 15 years ago.

I have two somewhat odd scars that match each other, one in the center of each palm. (Yes, in the center of each palm.) This must go back ten or twelve years; I was at work and I was assembling a four-legged stool we had just gotten, with tubular metal legs that fit into each other, and they wouldn't fit, so I leaned my weight onto it while holding two of the legs in my hands, and suddenly, they fit just fine, one part jerking into the other, and taking the skin of my palms along with it. Hurt like hell.

Oh, I have another scar on my right palm, at the very bottom of one of the lines -- life-line, I think -- where a friend poked me with a rusty bobby pin when I was about four. And a similar poke-hole in the center of the sole of my right foot, from the Sibs leaving a knitting needle sticking up out of a bag in front of the chair I was sitting in, when I was about 14.

Soup
What is something that has happened to you that you would consider a miracle?
Giving birth is absolutely a miracle that nevertheless happens every minute of every day. Having a brain tumor and not getting dead was also a miracle to me.

Salad
Name a television personality who really gets on your nerves.
I'm gonna go with Bill O'Reilly. When I think of others, I'll let you know; there are many, but I'm drawing a blank this minute.

Main Course
What was a funny word you said as a child (such as "pasketti" for "spaghetti")?
When we would drive into the Bronx from New Jersey every few weeks or so to see my grandparents, or pick them up, there was this COLOSSAL billboard we passed every time, I think on the New Jersey side just before we drove onto the George Washington Bridge. The picture was of a colonial New Yorker reaching out his arm with a mug of beer in it. The mug stretched up and off the billboard, and the sign said in huge letters: DRINK KNICKERBOCKER BEER, which was the big local brand of the time. I knew what it said even when I was very little because of the TV commercials, but I would try each time we passed the sign to say it out loud and I could never get it right. I always said "Drink nicker-nocker neer."

Dessert
Fill in the blank: I have always thought ______ was ______.
I ... okay.

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In other news ...

I neglected to mention yesterday the doorification of the upstairs steps. Yes, there's a door there now. No, the cat did not totally freak out when denied access to his usual pooping grounds; he doesn't appear to have noticed at all. K says she didn't make her bed today, and WTF do I care? I know there's still tons of papers and shoes and other crap on the steps, too, and I don't care about that, either.

I tried to take a picture for you all, but it didn't come out. Anyway, here's the thing. The door looks very nice. But it totally makes the house feel smaller. And it's a small house to begin with. Now it's like the upstairs has disappeared. I'm not complaining at all; I'm glad the door is there, but it's adjusting somehow to the house I've lived in for 20 years. Y'know?

I slept pretty well last night and yet am still tired and dragging. And we need to eat something for dinner, I should think. Better get right on that.


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