Because answering questions about myself makes me feel important, I’ve decided to start taking part in the Friday Five. And hey! You should too! I’ve even set up a whole new category just for this which means that I will surely do it once and then forget all about it. Here are today’s questions, though, which are taken from Friday5.org should you wish to answer them in your own blawg.
1. When were you the coldest you’ve ever been?
I am always cold. Always. I think I must have super-cold blood or something, which isn’t very handy given that I live in Scotland. So, I don’t think I can really answer that question because, basically I am almost ALWAYS the coldest I’ve ever been. (I did go up a glacier once, in Canada, when I was five. I can’t remember much about it, but I’m willing to bet it was freaking freezing.)
2. When were you the hottest you’ve ever been?
At the Magic Kingdom on the 4th of July 1997. I can be that specific because it was THAT hot. Of course, the crowds didn’t help, and neither did the fact that I left my hat in the car because… just because. The lesson, folks: only stupid people go to the Magic Kingdom on the 4th of July. And only really stupid people leave their hat in the car in over 100 degree heat.
3. When were you the tiredest you’ve ever been?
Travelling back from Las Vegas in December 2003. We had to go from Vegas to Chicago, from Chicago to London, and from London to Edinburgh, and by the end of it we were like the living dead. There’s a hilarious video of us all (me, my parents, Terry) sitting waiting for our flight at Heathrow and never will you see a group of paler, more strung-out people. I am carrying all my luggage under my eyes, just to give you a clue
4. When were you the most stressed you’ve ever been?
December 26th, 2003, waiting at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary for the blood results which would prove that Terry was in end stage renal failure and would need dialysis and a kidney transplant. Fun times, folks, fun times..
5. When were you the dirtiest you’ve ever been?
Ooh er! Actually, I wrote about it… It was the time we took the quad bike safari in Lanzarote and I ended up caked in dust, from head to toe. There are pictures of that, too, but ya ain’t gettin’ to see them…
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In other news, I have made a hair appointment with The Salon That Once Gave Me a Mullet. Because I NEVER LEARN. The day of darkness is next Tuesady. Pray for me.