“Mom, you are so lame. This photo op is totally forced and posed and I am wearied by being dragged into your incessant self-portrait taking.”

The great Whoorl offered to interview me so I took the bait and here are her burning questions.

1.  If you could have any hairstyle (including color) what would it be?

I would have to go with something Hilary Duff-esque (shut up). I am not really a fan of her music or acting but the girl’s got some nice hair. The dirty blondeness, the sweeping layers, the shine and volume. Also, I assume that with her hairstyle comes her hairstylist, right? Because I have neither the time nor talent to make my hair look good like that.

2.  Would you rather move to a rural town in the US or a fabulous city in Europe?

I would prefer a fabulous city in Europe, preferably somewhere in Greece or Italy. I’ve never been to either but have always wanted to experience the culture and sights and the food (gelato! pitas! pizza! souvlaki!)

3.  What is the last thing you do before getting into bed every night?

I take my birth control pill and pray that it will not fail me.

4.  Do you like cats?  Why or why not?

Short answer: not so much.

Long answer: I had a cat when I was a kid and I adored her. Misty was her name and we spooned under the covers every night. She was my first real pet and I loved her to bits. At the time I would have considered myself a cat person since my only experience with dogs was that of my friend, Kendra’s…a huge collie named Chase with killer breath. Once he got his butt and tail shaved (I think he had some sort of infection) and tried to club me with the thick, bald tail. I was scarred. I never understood why Kendra loved that drooly, smelly beast. Until I got my own dog a decade later. Rolo filled a void in my heart I didn’t know I had. Yes, his breath smells like rancid tuna, he sheds fur all over the house and he wakes us up with his midnight howls if a siren sounds, but I LOVE him.

What I am trying to say is that cats, like dogs and even kids, are great if they’re your own, but anyone else’s are sometimes kind of gross.

PS: Kendra, I mean no offense to Chase. He was a great dog and I totally understand your loyal love for the hound. :)

5.  You can only have one of them for the rest of your life – brownies or ice cream.  Why?

While I love a good, fudgey brownie, I would have to choose ice cream, simply for variety’s sake. There are about a zillion flavours of ice cream, so I would never tire of it. Brownies would lose their appeal after the first few dozen.

Want to play? Here’s the scoop:

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”

2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.

3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.