Howdedoo, Let's Ask Old Sue...

...lots of tough questions and she how she'll do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

But first, I do so want to apologize to each of you for being such an awful bloggy friend of late. I have been a neglectful visitor and am now, at almost 1:00 am, almost finishing stopping in to see you all. I have also been just pitiful at posting of late and even resorted to having my poor dog do my writing for me! Sad isn't it? I just don't know where the hours and days go...if any of you find some of my lost time floating around in your area, please overnight it back to me and I will reimburse your costs. How do so many of you do it? I am constantly amazed and inspired by you, my talented and creative friends...my friends who get more done in one day than I do in a week I am sad to say! You have all been so busy and working so hard on gardens and throwing parties and decorating those gorgeous homes of yours. Like I said....you are my inspirations! But I plug along, itchy eyes and achy joints and all. Humming whatever song or commercial jingle is the first sound out of the radio to tickle my ears each morning. I had intended to write a post about several things but have scrapped all those ideas...one seemed too preachy, one too grumpy, one much too silly. I almost asked Kipper to write another but getting him to do more than one a month is almost impossible! So, on this rainy day when my imagination is less than active, I have decided that a nice interview would be the ticket! Uh huh...after all, Barbara Walters just released an autobiography and she is the Queen of Interviewers is she not? That got me thinking...hm. Now, Babs seemed too busy hawking her new tome to come and ask little old me anything. She failed to even ask me, ala Kate Hepburn, what tree I would be if I were to be a tree. A willow would have been my answer but she never asked. Nope. So, how would you all like to step in for Babs and do the honors? Ask me a question. Anything. And everything. Don't hold back. Interrogate me. Query me. Ask, challenge, quiz and interview moi. And I will answer them all. Whether you want me to or not. You know you want to. Okay, so you know you do NOT want to but I will pester you about it so you might as well get it over with. Kip begs you to do it or I will make him write another post and his little paws are so worn out from typing. Do it for him. So, who will be first? Hmmmm?