· one secret
· one lie
· one interesting quirk
· one annoying habit
· one of your best character traits, and
· one of your favourite things in the whole world.
The post can be in any format, including poetry (for those poets among us), but must include the random words, “bloviate,” “fuliguline,” “rabbit,” and “blade” (tee hee).
Well, here goes. You (may) all know how I hate to reveal too much about the "real" me here on my blog, but I'll do my best.
Erica: Christy, have you finished that crusade challenge yet or do you just want me to do it for you? Seriously, your procrastination will be the end of me.
Christy: Um, that might be a good idea. If you just do it.
Erica: [insert the sound of crickets chirping]
Christy: No! No, kidding. I can do it. Just go and swim at the water park. Leave me to sit with the blog. No problem.
Erica: Are you kidding me? You took off for like the past month doing rewrites. I didn't even complain once. I'll be gone one night. One.
Christy: Oh, yeah. About that. Um, thanks. And....
Christy: I'm going on vacation next month. I'll be gone for a week. To Florida. Can you, um, take over again?
Erica: [repeat cricket chirping]
Christy: Yeah, um, while you sit here in this freezing cold I'll be basking in the sun and sipping my favorite drink in the whole world.
Erica: Yeah, we all know you love a nice glass of Malbec. *yawns* *wonders if any tourists in FL dare to drink wine*
Christy: No! Not on the beach! Seriously? Blech. I'll have a tall, icy Old Fashioned. Mmmmm.
Erica: Well, I'd love to sit here and listen to you bloviate about your fantastic upcoming vacation, but, uh, I need to go and edit my MS for the thousandth time. *plus, I think you lie.*
Christy: Wait, now that you know I'll be gone, can I just ask you one question? What's the name of that restaurant you went to in Florida?
Erica: Blade. Why, are you going to Miami? *becomes only slightly intrigued*
Christy: Oh. No, we're not. Bummer! I wanted to try the rabbit dish you raved about and posted in our mealtime madness posts.
Erica: Oh, that wasn't from there. Blade only serves fuligulate dishes. You wouldn't have liked it anyway. Except for the full bar. That would have kept you occupied all night. *good, back on track*
Christy: Nah, the boys will be along.
Erica: *rolls eyes* When aren't you with those kids? It's time you got a babysitter. Really. Oh, and the bar at that place was gross. You would've needed like three bottles of hand sanitizer. I don't think you could've handled it.
Christy: You're right. We'll just grill out at our place. Thanks. Have a great time at the water park. I'll do tons of blog hopping while you're gone.
Erica: *slightly confused, but going with it* Enough, Christy. You probably already have five lies in this thing already. Nobody will ever guess correctly. Just once we should try to follow the rules. I'm out.
Christy: Me, too.
Aside from the fact that Erica had