Entry the forty-fifth: In which I answer questions that someone else's uncle/aunt/grandmother/etc. asked them

I stole this list of questions from idiomsavant, for whom, I presume, they are more relevant then they are to me. This is owing to the fact that these are, in fact, questions asked to him (her? I don't know -- bloggers are mysterious and I am lazy when it comes to research) during his (or her -- sigh) holiday visit with his (oh never MIND) family.

It's late. As soon as I answer these questions, I'm going to bed. Really.

Q #1: How was the traffic?
Great! Of course it’s Saturday, so that helps…

Q #2: So, what are you up to these days?
Uh, working. And, you know, not traveling. Still. I'm hoping that will change. Plus I’ve been reading a lot of junky-but-satisfying-until-I-forget-them books, so that’s nice.

Q #3: What was your favorite part of the pageant?
Pageant? I don’t usually watch pageants. I just bumped Little Miss Sunshine up to the top of our Netflix queue – does that count?

Q #4 How is it possible, year after year, for you to be able to forget which of your cousins is which?
I don’t, really. I’ve only got the three. [pause, horrible realization hitting] Wait, wait… I’m not responsible for remembering my husband’s cousins am I? Because I’m pretty sure he can’t remember them and surely cousins-in-law don’t count?! Crap.

Q #5: Did you get enough to eat?
Yup. Scary Mexican* followed by chocolate coins with peanut butter. Oh, and some kind of mint tea with bark and twigs in it that my husband’s brother’s wife (did I mention I don’t have the hang of this in-law thing yet?) gave us. Surprisingly good despite the label that was written by some crazy mountain people. You probably think I’m kidding, but I’m not.

Q #6: When I remarked that 73 didn't seem very old for James Brown to have died, what did it mean when you replied, "Old enough"?
Gee, I don’t actually remember saying that. Was I drunk?

Q #7: What are you watching?
Project Runway reruns. (I miss it SO MUCH. Sniff.) Or a hummingbird getting a hit at our window feeder. Depends on when you ask.

Q #8: What are you reading?
Something by Diana Wynne Jones but I can’t remember what it’s called. I keep remembering that I’ve been told I’ll like her and I don’t remember that that has yet to be true until I’m at least halfway into one of her books, and then I usually want to know how it ends even though I’m irritable about it.

Q #9: Can you fix my VCR so that the time displays properly?
Probably. As long as you still have the original remote.

Q #10: Why don't you update your blog more often?
Sigh. Because I’m a slacker. And it’s been a tough year (I have high hopes for 2007). And it’s something I want to do but don’t have to do and you know how those things go. Or, in this case, don’t. Or, at best, go intermittently.

Q #11: What's your blog about, anyway?
Have you read it? I thought it was pretty clear, actually. Why don’t you go ahead and read it and get back to me if you still have questions.

Q #12: You don't have a blog, do you?
No. No I don’t. Unless you aren’t my mother (who is, for the record, a lovely person but who tends to share things that are Not Hers with everyone and I don’t actually WANT my great uncle Milton or all my mother’s friends to read this unless I tell them about it, thank you very much) or a few random other people I’d just as soon not share with and then yes. Yes I do.

Q #13: Would you like something to drink?
Yes. Thank you.

*Scary Mexican is what we call the 24 hour Roberto's knockoff down the street. The food isn't scary. There are bars across the kitchen/cashier area and the first time we saw them we said "ooh, scary!" and now the place is just Scary Mexican. The sit-down order-from-the-menu-instead-of-the-sign-on-the-wall and maybe even get a margarita place a few blocks away is, of course, Non-scary Mexican.