Rory of Earthly Comforts is our host. Click here to join in. Here are this week’s questions and my responses:
You have awoken to a new day after a restless night filled with strange dreams and have discovered a dead person sitting on your toilet. They are a stranger to you. What do you do?
Once I regained consciousness because clearly, that shock caused me to faint, I hope I would call the police.
Are you a hat-wearing person, and if you are, which style do you favour?
Other than in the garden or on the beach, I am not, but I admire those who can pull off a hat. I would not fare well in England.
How many posts do you create and publish each week to your blog?
Not nearly enough, yet today, this is my second.
How often do you talk to strangers?
Every day.
How many tee shirts do you own?
I’m not a t-shirt person, so not many.
Do you or have you ever ironed socks? If so, why?
I’m curious to see who and why anyone would answer yes to this question. There has to be a good story behind it.
Do you spend too much time online, and would you know if you were spending too much time online?
I try not to, and I call it quits when I feel I’ve gone down the mind-numbing rabbit hole for too long.
Does your family or any of your real-life friends read your blog, and perhaps more importantly, do you let them, or do you want them to?
At one point, I shared the posts on FaceBook. I do not recommend it. I concluded that family and friends don’t always have your best interests at hand, which is why I refuse to post photos of my granddaughter. I don’t want the negative energy attached to anything I create or love.
What do you think the secret is to living a happier life?
To just be.
Life With The Top Down 
Wow…To Just BE jumped off the page.
I like the Q and A. It’s so insightful, as if you’re hearing from those who came before us looking down observing. Really enjoyed your answers. Made me think. 🙂
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The just BE hit me as well. Talk about coming out of left field.
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If you ever do find a stranger on the toilet, I’d hope you’d call me. No sense letting all that time rubbing shoulders with the Chicago mobs go to waste. ;
Who irons socks? Coldstream Guardsmen. We also polish the soles of our boots. It’s just something you do for parade. 😀
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Really? Socks? Why? These questions come from a girl who likes to iron.
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Well, because the sergeant major would notice. And there’s two people you try to never disappoint – Mom and the sergeant major. 🙂 (It’s all about looking far too well prepared for a parade. Not sure what logic it makes, but I remember many long hours polishing brass and boot soles while my ever-tolerant wife ironed socks. Me using an iron? National disaster.)
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There is a special place in heaven for tolerant wives, where she’ll never have to iron another sock.
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If patient tolerance is an entree to heaven, my wife’s gonna be running the place! 😀
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Hey Lisa,
Would you call the police? I mean how would you explain a dead body on your toilet?
My mother used to iron my socks until l told her to just stop! She was quite offended! “Well what happens if you are hit by a bus darling?” She would ask. To which point l answered, “If l was hit by a bus l would probably shit my pants therefore ironed socks would be completely unimportant”. She never ironed my socks again but made sure my boxers were pristine …
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