They knew it would happen. Just plant the seed and be patient and it will eventually come around. They know me too well. I'd resist at first and fight it, but it would be as inevitable as the morning routine of having the dog, cat, canary and kid follow you into the bathroom. Yes, I fought that too, first making sure the door was fully closed and latched, yet somehow the cat learned how to turn the door knob. When I would lock it, I could hear my husband laughing maniacally on the other end of the door as he unlocked it, then teaching the dog to open the door.
Okay, so maybe that's not exactly true, but when I did have animals and/or the daughter was younger, there was always someone or something sitting there waiting patiently for me when I stepped out of the shower. No, my husband never unlocked a door, though my ex would and then would dump a bucket of cold water on me while I was in the shower. Oh well, that's another story.
Anyway, I gave in to the fact that there would be no privacy while I was getting ready for work in the morning, and now I give into this, at least this once. I'll accept the challenge to open myself up to questions, any questions to be able to see how well I can answer them. I know I should be afraid but the pull is too much to resist. It's not that I haven't been asked questions that have taken me aback a bit, like the time my sisters, my daughter and myself were sitting around my sisters table before a funeral and my daughter asked what self-pleasure was (she was 10 at the time). I had to resist answering her with the typical "a pint of ben and jerry's ice cream and warm flannel pj's", and went about explaining briefly as my sisters ran out of the room laughing. Of course, there was the time that my daughter was doing a science project when she was 11 and asked what improvements electricity had made in my life. Okay, so I told her I got to see man first walk on the moon. Guess it wasn't the right answer though. I turned around to see her crying and when I asked what was wrong, she bawled out that I was old and going to die soon. (Yes, I don't let her forget that one either).
Okay, so we'll take a shot at this. So take your shot, call me Erma, call me Abby, I just ask that any questions don't go outside the TOS of Sportsline and that they don't involve any math whatsoever. Oh...and I can't guarantee that any of my answers will exactly be really serious either.
