This week's RevGalBlogPals Friday Five quiz was a toughie for me, folks. Bear with me.
1) On a scale of 1-5, with 5 being I can’t do this now I am about to jump into a pit of plastic balls at the mini-mall and 1 being I can’t do this now until I can get all of the fonts on my blog to match – where are you?
I am probably right up there at 4.99. I was, as they say, "born old."
2) What is the silliest/most childlike thing you have done as an adult?
Possibly play miniature golf at Disney World at 11 pm, in the dark, on about the coldest day ever in Orlando. And do an end-zone victory dance when I won.
3) Any regrets?
Gloves would have been nice.
4) What is the silliest thing you have ever seen another adult do on purpose?
Take a pair of (clean) underwear out of the laundry basket, put them on her head and sing "Dominique." (Names will not be named.)
5) What is something you wish you did when you had the chance?
This is a stumper. I can't remember missing out on that many things I wanted to do when I was a kid. Maybe learn to do cartwheels...I was always a little chunky-monkey and didn't have the coordination to pull it off.
BONUS: For our ‘I told you so’ sides – what thing did you skip doing and you’re really glad you did!
Fall out of a tree and break my arm, like so many of my peers.
7 comments:
But as Bob Dylan says, "Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now." There is still hope for all us born old types. Love the singing nun image.
Oh, I love that picture! It makes me want the fingerpaints today! And all your answers made me smile--but especially #4. My 2 yr old grabs my bra from the clothes basket and tries to wear them. :)
glad you were too smart to fall out of a tree and break your arm--that sounds terrible!
The miniature golf sounds awesome!
Why do the non-catholics think underpants look like a habit? It would take at least long johns!
I'm proud of having no broken bones.
Even though you have way more fun with food than I'll ever have, I think you and I are on the same wave length with some things. I never realized how reserved I was about some aspects of play until I had a child and my husband would get on the floor with her and play silly stuff and I found I had a visceral reaction to the on-the-floor part PLUS the silly part. On the other hand, I think I'm a pretty good grandma. And I even helped with my son's baseball team for 7 years. But VBS, this week, well, too hyper for my taste.
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