Donna Weaver over at Weaving a Tale or Two tagged me yesterday for a blog game that I thought would be fun in a mildly inappropriate way. Considering I spend a majority of my life being mildly inappropriate, I was totally up for it. Let the questions begin!
What do you call your drawers?
Underwear. So original of me, I know.
Do you have any commonly used nicknames for them?
Undies. (Really, I’m much better at naming pets: Raspberry Teacake, Hercules, Sir Richard Francis Burton the 3rd, Grendel.)
Have you ever had that supposedly common dream of being in a crowded place in only your bloomers?
Oh, heck yeah. Usually I’m sitting down and no one has noticed I’m only wearing underwear, and I’m trying to figure out how to get out of the room and back home to put some clothes on without anyone realizing. It occurs to me that no has ever noticed my underwear-only state in any of these dreams. Must make mental note to relax next time I dream this.
What is the worst thing you can think of to make long johns out of?
I’m not good with knowing the correct terms for different kinds of fabrics, but I have these fuzzy socks that leave a HUGE amount of fuzzy lint on my feet when I take them off. No fuzzy lint undies, please!
If you were a pair of small clothes, what color would you be, and WHY?
White. You know, the color of innocence, ‘cause I am the very soul of innocence. And leather. I’d be white leather undies. WHAT???
Have you ever thrown your bloomers at a rock star or other celebrity? If so, which one(s)? If not, which one(s) WOULD you throw your bloomers at, given the opportunity?
Oh dear, I have not, and now I suddenly feel as though I’ve somehow missed out on an important rite of passage. Who would I through them at? Oh my, just one choice? Hmm…crossing off celebs who are married…and younger than half my age plus seven (a joke in my social circle)…OH! Alexander Skarsgard! (That should have been a much more obvious choice.)
You’re out of clean drawers. What do you do?
LOL. Well…honestly…if I’m feeling tired and don’t want to do any sort of housework-related activity…I go buy more. Yes, I’ve actually done this.
Are you old enough to remember Underoos? If so, did you have any? Which ones?
I vaguely remember them, but I seem to recall them being mostly for boys when I was a kid. So, no, no Underoos for me. I was the little girl who, from a very very young age, wanted the pretty lacy undies. My mother said I potty trained in record time because she bought me lacy big girl underwear and told me I could have them when I could use the toilet by myself. TMI, I know, but what about this post isn’t?
If you could have any message printed on your long johns, what would it be?
Stand and deliver.
How many bloggers does it take to put small clothes on a goat?
One, with a tranquilizer gun.
Donna closed her post with the lyrics to an underwear song. I’m going to raise the stakes a bit and include a video:
Now, who do I pass this meme to? Very funny people, preferably, who also perhaps have a tinge of TMI in their psychological makeup. Or perhaps the ones that I’d like to test for TMI levels.
Sommer Leigh at Tell Great Stories
L.G. Smith at Bards and Prophets
Jen Burke at Jen’s Bookshelf
Claudie at Claudie A.
Caitlin Nicoll at Logically
I will take no offense if the aforementioned individuals are horrified and choose not to catch the meme. Not everyone has the TMI factor in their blood.