Well, You Asked!

*Edited to add my interviewees below.

When the witty and outspoken Redneck Mommy asked for interviewees, I was quick to volunteer. Here goes...

Congratulations!!! You just won the lottery!! A million smackers. What is the very first thing you do?

Pee my pants. Then, send McHotty out for a bottle of bubbly and get on the phone with a travel agent before he can talk me into investing it all in something sensible.

If you could swap lives with anyone in the world for one week, who would it be?

I’d like to trade places with Margaret Atwood for a week and find out what it feels like to be an amazingly successful writer and wickedly smart. And mature.

I could also handle being Dave Grohl and getting wasted and rocking out with thousands of adoring fans.

Sex in public places. Kinky or tasteless? Any experience in this er, arena?

Kinky goodness! Experience…um let’s just say I have some (this would be a fun topic for the basement). Okay, I’ll share just one--the first night of our honeymoon, drunk on champagne, on the hotel balcony, overlooking the city of Porto.

A genie pops out of a bottle in your basement and offers you immortality. Would you take it? Why or why not?

No way. Being aware of my mortality forces me to live in the moment and cherish experiences. What makes life magical is its finitude—without that, everything would eventually become fucking boring and prosaic.

You're running late for an important meeting. You just barely make it into the elevator before the door closes behind you. God is inside the elevator. Just you and Him. What would you ask Him.

Dude, can I offer a little constructive criticism?

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Redneck Mommy, that was fun. Thanks.

Friends, I'd love to hear some of your answers. Feel free to answer some or all in the comments.

And, if you dare, leave your email address in the comments and I'll interview you. For sure, you’re getting at least one sex question.

* Check out my interviewees:

Gabriella
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