Rory, aka A Guy Called Bloke, was nominated for the coveted Liebster Award and paid it forward by nominating my blog for the award, along with seven other bloggers. Of course, there’s some mistake because the Liebster Award focuses on blogs with fewer than 200 followers and mine has more than 1,600. And also, my blog is an award-free blog.
Nonetheless, when Rory asks, I answer. So here goes.
If vampires can’t see their reflections, why is their hair always so neat?
It’s in their blood. Or perhaps in the blood of their latest, well-groomed victim.
If a kid refuses to sleep during nap time, are they guilty of resisting a rest?
No, they are just behaving inappropriately.
If they weren’t called grapes and you had the opportunity to rename them, what would you call them?
If the grass wasn’t green what color would you make it?
Brown. That way you couldn’t tell the grass from the brown spots on my lawn.
Has your imaginary friend ever had an imaginary friend, or just you?
My imaginary friend left me for his imaginary friend. Talk about being jilted.
So, dance in the rain, wallow in the mud or naked angel in the snow?
What do you think a naked skier like me would say? I’d dance naked in a mud puddle in the rain.
Can you describe your blog to me without using the letters i and e?
A blog about ths, that, and th othr.
What are you afraid of becoming?
Irrelevant. Oh wait. Too late. Dammit.