Runaway October

What is your ideal age?

For what? Cheese? Myself? I dunno. Really age is just a num­ber — life is more about reach­ing a cer­tain point of wis­dom and com­mon sense before you get old and crotchity. Seri­ously. There’s a point where the rise of one meets the fall of the other and I never want to go past it.

What is your best excuse for being late?

I usu­ally blame it on Matt. He’s hor­ri­ble with times. I swear it takes him twice as long to shower and the hair on his head is only inches long. It takes a good five min­utes just to detan­gle my mane. If I don’t blame it on Matt I usu­ally use the kids or traf­fic. Pretty unoriginal.

If you had to give your­self a nick­name what would it be?

I dunno. I’d want a cool one. I once thought about ‘Z’, but I wouldn’t want to go to Canada and be called Zed. That’s the old wiz­ard from The Sword of Truth series.

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