What’s the #1 most played song on your iPod/phone/mp3/radio? Save Me, San Francisco by Train
What is your favorite form of exercise? treading water or Wii stuff
What is your favorite time of day? between 10 & 11 pm when everyone else is asleep, and I'm just chillaxin' under the electric blanket
If you could learn to do anything, what would it be? draw... my brother and sister got the drawing gene and can do amazing work. Every time I try to draw, it looks like a cartoon. I even took drawing classes, and the teacher laughed at me.
What was your favorite food as a child? either porcupine meatballs or beef burgundy (although in my junior high days it was grilled cheese made at my best friend's house)
Where's Waldo?
The door closed with a slight click. She turned and found an empty space where he'd just been standing. Had he left for good? Was he off to chase his dream of running with the bulls, or jetting to New York to finally see the Empire State Building? She didn't know. All she knew was pain. Pain from losing him again.
Her knees felt weak, but she managed to bridge the distance of a few steps to the chaise lounge, where she promptly collapsed and started to cry. "Waldo... Waldo..." she wailed.
A moment later, she felt a scratch of wool against her skin. Trying to see what was rubbing against her hand, she blinked away the few remaining tears and looked down. There, in the crook of the chaise, she saw Waldo's favorite hat. It was then she knew he would return.... but when???
*wonk* *wonk* *wonk*
Tune in next time when Ms. Suzy finds a clue that leads her to believe Waldo met with foul play.
Especially Turning Tables by Gwenyth (sp?)Paltrow
