A French man this summer told me I ask too many questions. While I am sure it is true, it still hurt my feelings. I had really never thought about it before. I have thought a lot about it since.
I have always been a "question asker" by nature. I wouldn't be LDS if I hadn't asked a question (remember that conversation with Henry at AASG, Darrel?). I wouldn't have a medical diagnosis if I didn't ask a question. I have a big pile of questions that have been really pivotal to my life.
This is what I decided. I like questions. No, I love questions.
Here are some I read in the paper this today.
If they made a movie about my life, I would be played by:
Mary Stuart Masterson.When "Some Kind of Wonderful" came out in the 1980's, everyone told me that she and I looked alike. That is until she "sold out" and grew some hair. Traitor.
At 11 pm on Saturday night I am:
Asleep on the couch, while the family is watching tv.
It there is such a thing as reincarnation, I want to come back as a:
The manager of a branch of the post office. Or a cat named Mr. Whiskers.
My guilty pleasure:
hording stationary and gifts in a secret closet
I love/hate Mondays because:
I hate Monday because it is laundry day. I love Monday because it means a new week to tackle projects.