alphabetical sharing

• Accent: No accent for me, eh? But an uncanny ability to play up the flatness and the awkward word-choice of my forebears, at times.
• Breakfast or no breakfast: Breakfast or death!
• Chore I don’t care for: Um...all of them? I probably put off the dishes with the greatest consistency.
• Dog or Cat: No more pets for me, but I'll happily snuggle your kitty if you let me.
• Essential Electronics: I poke buttons on a computer, music player, and phone at least once daily.
• Favorite Perfume: Armani Code
• Gold or Silver: I pretty much only wear silver or white gold
• Handbag I carry most often: Wow, I hate the word 'handbag' - I think it's been since I read the Janet Evanovich 'Plum' series and totally overdosed on 'pocketbook.' Anyway, when I carry a purse, it's usually either my black Coach "basic bag" or the even smaller red Wilsons bag (the one into which my wallet barely fits).
• Insomnia: Not so bad lately. When it was really bad I started drugging the fuck out of myself with Benadryl, which helped a lot (with the sleep and with my allergies, not so surprisingly). I've chilled on the pills a bit and started a more calm evening thing, watching the caffeine a little more closely and reading more. It doesn't get me out of bed any easier in the morning, but I do sleep at night.
• Job Title: Blah blah blah - same as The Cat but I never work with the public (thank God)
• Kids: no thanks. The screaming brat across the hall has cured me of any inclination in that direction.
• Living Arrangements: Folded at 75°. No, seriously: I live alone in a 2 BR apt in a 6-flat above a water-delivery company in a town of 15,000 in the most corrupt (?) state in the US.
• Most Admirable Trait: In me? That's funny - how can I answer that? "Most admired" would probably be generosity. Most admirable? Tolerance: it is infinite.
• Naughtiest Childhood Behavior: I'm literally laughing out loud at the memory. I used to get in serious trouble for hiding in the car and reading. Guess I was supposed to be someplace else, doing something else. Guess I was supposed to be findable. And, yes, I guess I was supposed to shut the dome light off when I was done, 'cause more than once the battery was a bit low afterward. You'd think I'd been lighting fireworks with stolen cigars or something, considering all the commotion....
• Overnight hospital stays: I guess I must've stayed when I was born? That was it.
• Phobias: Big dogs and heights. Being abandoned isn't strictly a 'phobia' since it's not really irrational - is it?
• Quote: I found this one just today, in a novel that I just raced through called Time After Time by Sue Haasler: "I realised my eyes were full of tears. I wasn't meant to be here; I wasn't meant to be anywhere, because I wasn't welcome in the only place where I wanted to be." Oh, yeah - I've felt like that.
• Reason to smile: Tulips, hand-delivered by dear friends. A gift for Easter.
• Siblings: I have two. One of them is awesome.
• Time I wake up: I almost inevitably wake sometime around 6:25. If I can manage to get back to sleep and circumstances cooperate, I can sleep 'til 11. What bliss!
• Unusual Talent or Skill: I can wrap presents and use almost no tape. (The trick is high-quality, heavy paper - which always works better anyway because it obscures garishly-printed boxes.) I'm also reasonably skilled with hand-written notes.
• Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: cooked carrots. God, just that smell....
• Worst Habit: Cursing? Serving as a repository of work gossip? Speeding literally every time I'm in the driver's seat? Leaving certain judgments to powers higher than me?
• X-rays: I'm willing to bet that nearly every part of my body has been x-rayed at some point. It's hard for me to imagine that some of my friends (you know who you are) haven't been x-rayed so extensively. I don't usually think of myself as a klutz (except that one shower incident, and it ought to go without saying that there were special circumstances afoot there), but maybe I am?
• Yummy Stuff: Uh, bacon-wrapped steak & seasoned fries? And a smorgasbord of booze? ***snort***
• Zoo Animal I Like Most: My former spouse & I had very bad zoo karma; most of the time we'd manage to arrive at a zoo with like 20 minutes until closing time, so we'd dash through whatever exhibits were closest to the entrance. For some reason, that meant seeing wolves and penguins more often than not. It was a running joke for years, that those were the only two animals at 3 or 4 different zoos we'd seen.
  We also had weird luck with getting photographs of zoo animals while they were pausing in the act of...elimination. Countless pictures of peeing & pooing critters. It gets old after a while, let me tell you. It starts to seem intentional. It was not intentional. I could do an exhibit, but I will not.
  [end dumb reminiscence]
  
  Meerkats. That's my real answer. Those little dudes are adorable.

[the purloined quiz, grabbed from The Cat when she wasn't looking. {She got it from the kwizgiver.}]