Describe your life in an alternate universe.
The title is my answer. Have a great Friday, everyone!

Describe your life in an alternate universe.
The title is my answer. Have a great Friday, everyone!

How would you describe yourself to someone?
I just answered a similar prompt, although it was asking to describe yourself to someone who couldn’t see you. My response was I smell like vanilla. Maybe it’s true, maybe it isn’t. But someone who can’t see me already knows what I smell like. People who can’t see have heightened other senses.
I wonder if WordPress simply forgot to add on the rest of the question to this prompt and it was published again. I’m just saying…it wouldn’t surprise me.
Honestly, I wouldn’t describe myself to anyone. Isn’t that a weird thing to do? Is this a job interview? I can’t think of a single other situation in life where describing yourself is asked.
I have never been asked to describe myself while filling the tank with gas, for example.
“Ten dollars on pump four, please,” I say as I pass the bill across the counter.
The clerk takes my money, then thoughtfully asks, “How would you describe yourself?”
“Currently?”
The clerk nods a gentle encouragement.
“I would describe myself as a little bit weirded out, impatient – because I’m waiting for you to hit the button so I can fill my gas tank, and I’m contemplating running out of here because this is stupidly awkward.”
Can you imagine? Me, neither.

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
They – along with their respective spouses – formed a quintet. Not all at the same time! They weren’t polygamists, nor were they the Backstreet Boys.
This prompt gave me a good chuckle. Thanks, DayOne. You finally got a laugh out of me. 
Have you ever had surgery? What for?
Isn’t there a better way to word these ridiculous prompts?
I’ll play along today, WordPress.
Yes, I had a tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy at the age of four. Repeated ear infections were causing me to lose my hearing, so the adenoids – along with the tonsils as a bonus – had to go.
I woke up during the surgery, and a nice nurse told me to go back to sleep. Many years later, I would end up working in that same hospital. But I could never find my tonsils or my adenoids. They must’ve hidden them well. 
My hearing came back, and all was functioning well until recently when the ear infections returned, and now I am almost completely deaf in my left ear. No one really knows why, except repeated infections are known to do that. Does that answer your question, WordPress? Is this prompt data mining for the selling of organs on the black market?

How do you balance work and home life?
Actually, here are a few spiders. Happy Saturday.








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I’m trying to like and reply and interact with you guys, but this issue with WordPress is worse each day, and I can only get in here for a few minutes before it tells me I’m off-line. I am not off-line and every other website works. I am sure I am not the only one struggling, but I feel like I am.
Please know that I see your likes and your comments and I am trying to reply to you. Thanks for your patience.
*sigh*
What if – and this is a big what if – my job is technology?
I’m finally taking my car to the body shop to get her bumper replaced Tuesday. She’ll be in there for at least two weeks. I was wondering what kind of tank they’re going to give me at the car rental place, and I was thinking about my car’s name. She was given this name on the day. I drove her off the lot. It didn’t come to me immediately, I had to study her and drive her to know that she is a refined vehicle that sits high and proud and has a smooth ride that purrs. Her name is Victoria and her nickname is Koko. Yes, she has a nickname. I only use her full name when she is driving sluggishly and I need her to get the lead out (ha!).
Some of you might think I’m strange, but yes, I routinely name my cars. My car before this one was a black Mazda2, and her name was Buttercup. She was a spitfire. She liked to race sport cars, and win. She liked to take turns real tight, almost obnoxiously so. She was afraid of no one. She wasn’t named after the weed known as buttercup, she was named after the toughest Power Puff Girl. I still miss that car.
My naming of cars goes back to my mother who started the habit. She named her first car Happy. She had many cars over the years, and I can remember a few of their names.
The raspberry red Dodge something-or-other was named Bob, i.e. Bucket of Bolts. Bob didn’t have a long life with Mom. He was a lemon, despite his beautiful raspberry color. Her Toyota Echo was named Sassy, and her final car, a Toyota Corolla, was named Darwin.
Does anyone else name their cars? If you do, let me know their names in the comments!
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