I took a quiz about desserts. It asked me to pick my favorite from a list. Any of you who have ever been to a buffet with me can attest I do not pick favorites. I taste them all. My dad calls this "turkey-dom," when women get really excited about dessert but say they only want a little bite and then hold up their pinkie while they eat their one bite. I would argue that I am not a turkey in that I generally eat more than just a bite of each dessert. I finish at least two or three. Good thing I run.
Regardless, it was really hard for me to pick this dessert, albeit hypothetical. Finally, after much salivating and hard thought, I decided upon Lemon Meringue Pie. Here's what that says about me:
"Smooth, sexy & articulate with your hands (um, ok, I guess I used to play the piano), you are an excellent caregiver and a good teacher. But don't try to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, you set your own style because you do your own thing. You shine when it comes to helping others and have many friends."
Sunday evening, while clutching four bottles of wine at the grocery store, I dropped one on my toe. Oh my God did it hurt. Then while I was trying not to cry and/or pass-out, my brilliant husband told me that his little brother cut his toe off that way. Wonderful. Thank you for that fact. I took a picture of my big, fat, black and blue toe but then decided I need a pedicure and am not posting the picture.
Recent example number two of my brilliance (for which I do not have a picture at all), would be the large blisters on my left pointer and middle fingers. After it was on all evening, a light bulb in one of our lamps flickered. I instinctively reached out to adjust the bulb. Burn. No pun intended.
So I sent my dessert psycho-analysis to Joey with the sentence about walking and chewing gum at the same time highlighted and exclaimed how accurate I found it to be. He agreed but only with a change in the highlighting:
...A bit of a diva at times...
I don't know where he gets that impression.
