Every once in a while some earnest and pushy soul asks me one of those put-you-on- the-spot-'cause-I-want-to-get-to-know-the-Real-You questions like "Monk- what delights you?". I usually say something like "I'd have to say cute little stories about moles and toads- y'know, all the things you step on when you walk in the woods"- something to make them go away. But the truth of it is, I'm such an idiot that THIS is the sort of the thing that delights me.
Stick that in your Zoda Viola Klontz Gazola. And smoke it.
A few weeks ago I had a relative stranger at a bar ask me if "I had accomplished all I had hoped to in my life so far."
I said, "If you include sucessfully avoiding *that* question; then no."
Oh, btw, ripped you off on my blog today.
*kisses*