Rynell tagged me a little while ago and I decided, just for fun, to play along.
Eight Facts About Me
And they are irrefutable facts! Well, I guess they could be refuted if someone really wanted to take the time. They might just be eight things I want to talk about but the editorial staff is going to call them Facts, and you can’t argue with the JetSet Editorial Staff—it’s just not done!
- I had this whole bit about how if I could go back and tell my pre-child self anything it would be X words of wisdom. Now I can’t remember what I wanted to tell me and considering inter-time communication still isn’t possible, the point is moot. Or is the point moo? I prefer points being moo.
- I think couples that tell you that they never, ever fight are lying. You either haven’t had a fight YET, or you call them discussions and even when they get heated you still call them “a discussion.”
- Other Half and I had a fight at lunch today.
- I forgot that I had a company meeting so I sure did walk into a big room with 50 people in it with my puffy, red eyes and nose from the fight. I had to introduce myself (again) and pretend that I normally have red-rimmed eyes and a swollen pink nose. I used to act so this wasn’t a big stretch for me.
- I started acting in elementary school. My first play was Macbeth. I’m not an actor anymore so I don’t care if I call it Macbeth instead of The Scottish Play; I live life dangerously on the edge.
- My next role was Bianca in The Taming of The Shrew. That was a real challenge, because I am nothing like sweet-tempered Bianca. That’s what we board-treading thespians like to call “playing against type.”
- My last performance was in Sunday in the Park With George at university. I realized while sitting as motionless as possible on the set (you’re supposed to be in a painting) that I’m a terrible actor and it was best to never inflict my dramatic pretensions on anyone else ever again.
- Café Johnsonia and I are going to lunch next Thursday the 23rd in my neck of the woods and we’re wondering if you want to come. And that’s a party fact.