The X Interview

I've mentioned once or twice that I am not fond of memes and don't like to do them. In fact, I hate the very word meme and will not use it again.

However, I did sign up for this one particular, um, Internet thingie offered by X of Starts with an X. If you've never been to X's site, you should go there, because she's really funny. But be prepared to blush while you're laughing, because she does not edit herself. Well, not her content, anyway. The grammar and spelling are excellent.

BUT ANYWAY.

The way this particular Internet thingie worked was, I agreed to be interviewed by X. She wrote five questions for me to answer. This being X, who is totally off the charts uninhibited (in contrast to me, who is totally off the charts prudish), I had some reservations. I figured she would ask at least one question that would make me blush. She did not disappoint.

Y'all ready for this? Here we go . . .

1. What is the nastiest chore you've had to perform since moving to the country?

So many to choose from . . . The nastiest one-time chore was cleaning up some dog vomit in the back hall that consisted of chunks of a decomposing animal the dog had eaten in the woods. It smelled and looked so disgusting, I almost threw up myself. And I don't throw up very easily.

Sorry you asked?

2. Is it possible to be in love with more than one person at once? Why or why not?

CHEATER. That's two more questions. But I'll let it slide . . . So, to be in love? I suspect it might be, though I never have been. The level of intimacy required to be in love would be difficult to maintain with more than one person.

3. Before the age of 18, what was your favorite age and why?

X, you're a sneaky one, with these combo two-questions-in-one. I'm going to say nine. I was very confident and happy at about that age, before we moved again and I entered the misery known as middle school.

4. What's a question you hate being asked?

Any variation on, "So, when are you gonna have kids?"

5. If you were a stripper, what would your stage name be and what song would you have played when you were announced?

And there it is. The blushing question. Coulda been worse though. Okay . . .

My name? Coco Belle. Coco being the name of one of our sheep, Belle one of our cats. And me being a complete nerd and choosing a stripper name from among pet names. Good lord.

And my song? What else but Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman"?

Wanna play, too? Here's the deal:

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” (And realize I might take a while to get back to you.)

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

3. Update your blog with the answers to the questions. Be sure you link back to the original post.

4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.

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