I, April, am the primary writer on this blog, but my husband Tim may be putting up occasional posts here as well in the future, and so I thought I should start off by letting you get to know him a little bit. So I “interviewed” him. HA! Generally you interview someone you don’t already know. I think all married people should interview their spouse sometimes … it makes for some good laughs. :)
April: “So, what’s your name?”
Tim: “….Tim. Why are you asking that?”
April: “How would you describe yourself in one word or less?”
Tim: “Pretty good.”
April: *laughing* “You’d describe yourself as pretty good?”
Tim: “Well, I’m really pretty great … but I’m also humble.”
April: “Tell me a little bit about where you are from.”
Tim: “I am from Rhode Island which is a small but quirky state. I’m proud to be a New Englander.”
April: “What’s your favorite breakfast?”
Tim: “Like, if I could have anything? Not just a normal I’m-just-running-out-of-the-house breakfast?”
April: “Yes, sure.”
Tim: “French toast, eggs, bacon, coffee.”
April: “If you had to choose between jumping up on a stage and singing “Never Gonna Give You Up”, or putting a tarantula in your pocket, what would you choose?”
Tim: “Tarantula in the pocket, he said without hesitation.”
April: “What is your claim to fame?”
Tim: “The number 17. … Well, you see, not many people know me, but lots of people know the number 17. And the number 17 likes me.”
April: “Any nicknames?”
Tim: “Um.” *laughing* “Maybe. Um. Well, Jason at work has taken to calling me T-sizzle.”
April: “Starbucks?”
Tim: “No thanks. … Was that a question?”
April: “Yes.”
Tim: “Oh, I wasn’t sure if you were checking that as a nickname.”
April: “Math, numbers, etc. Your thoughts?”
Tim: “Very yes. I’ve been doing a lot of recreational math lately.”
April: *shudders*
Tim: “I have a project that I’m kind of working on just for the challenge of it, but I don’t really want to succeed.”
April: “I’m not even gonna ask.”
April: “Tell us, what is it like to be married to someone as wonderful as me?”
Tim: *silence*
*laughter*
“Sometimes I just can’t believe my luck.”
April: “Any parting words?”
Tim: “Yes. Hopscotch, lemon drop, scroll saw.”
