- - one secret
- - one lie
- - one interesting quirk
- - one annoying habit
- - one of your best character traits
- - one of your favorite things in the whole world
…and there are specific words we need to use in the post (can you catch them?). I’m going to approach this in a free-writing style, and see what happens… this should be interesting…!
Not to bloviate or anything, but I once drank so many cups of coffee so quickly that the waitress at Pizza Hut literally cut me off. Yep, that’s right… she refused to serve me any more coffee. I’d had this goal of drinking as many coffees as there were creamers in the dish on the table (typically 8), and I don’t remember how far I got… maybe 7? I don’t actually put creamer in my coffee, mind you, I drink my coffee black: Unadulterated, the way God intended. Er, though if you took that analogy all the way, someone might ask “why don’t you just eat the bean?”
Cover it in chocolate and I’m happy to.
Speaking of chocolate, which leads me to think about cake, I’ve recently realized that I hate the taste of fake chocolate in those grocery store cakes. If you ask me whether I want a chocolate or vanilla slice, I’d actually prefer the vanilla… but everyone always thinks I want chocolate. I think maybe the recipe used to be different? I know they changed the icing, and now it’s so disgusting I don’t even want to eat it anymore. But I have reputation as a cake-a-holic, which for some reason I feel I need to maintain… but what if I’ve decided I only want to eat good cake from now on, not this $9.99 grocery-store bakery slab cake garbage?!?!
Yeah, yeah, I know, white whine. My cat whines a lot. So does my bird, who is thankfully not a fuliguline creature (nor is he like one); rather he is an aratinga solstitialis. Also known as LOUD. Which means he fits right in with my family, since I have a habit of traipsing around the house whilst singing / shouting / screeching / exclaiming at the top of my lungs. It’s a wonder the neighbors haven’t complained. Of course, it also makes things difficult for my poor Husbando, who is trying to run a business during the day.
Technically so am I, but “run” and “work” are looser terms in my book. I tend to shift from location to location throughout the house, lest I become restless. Kind of like a rabbit, or other small woodland creature.
I’ve always loved animals. Sometimes, I regret that after graduating high school I didn’t apply for a science program with the intention of working in the animal behavior field. It’s one of those things I’d be willing to give a shot at in the future, if we came into a large sum of cash (haha) and I found the time & energy. Second career, maybe? I’d also love to start an animal rescue in my backyard, but El Husbando keeps shooting that one down. He’s not even willing to let me start a home zoo… what nonsense! I can fit a pot-bellied pig and at least one zebra in my kitchen, easy.
And with that, I’m off to brave the blades that are my cat’s claws. She doesn’t like to be pet, but I like to pet her, which makes for an interesting relationship… so, until next challenge, write with passion, and tell me… can you spot the lie in this post?
Good luck! I’ll post the answer in a few days if no one gets it.