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Questions for a Certain Englishman About a Certain Englishman's Wife

What is something I say a lot?  
"Here's something I learned today..." or "Did you know?" 

What makes me happy?
"A clean kitchen." [SAD BUT TRUE, NOTHING BRINGS ME MORE JOY.]

Did I have any pets growing up?
"You did. Ponderosa.  It was an Irish setter." 

What makes me sad?
"That so many people in the nation believe Trump is an honest man." [I DON'T KNOW HOW SAD THAT MAKES ME, MORE LIKE MAD.]

How tall am I?
"5'2 and 3/4" 

What's my favorite thing to do?
"You have lots of favorite things to do.  You love to write.  You love to walk along the Hudson river.  You love to hear the ocean waves crashing." 

What is my favorite food?
"You love a good rare steak.  A certain pizza in New York City.  A certain burrito from your childhood. And you love finding and creating new dishes." 

What is my favorite drink?
"There are a number.  Grape juice on crushed ice. Strawberry-kiwi Shasta.  Dr. Pepper. All kinds of Italian sodas." [BUT OF ALL OF THESE, GRAPEFRUIT PERRIER IS THE TOP.]
What is my favorite candy bar?
"Peanut butter M&M's. Oh, Twix would be your favorite candy bar."
If I could go anywhere, where would it be?
"To your own quiet retreat in the house." [YEP, I TRAVEL ENOUGH.  THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME. AND EVEN BETTER THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE A QUIET HOME.]

What is my dream car?
"A convertible Mercedes Benz"  [I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MERCEDES BENZ HAD CONVERTIBLES AND I DON'T LIKE CONVERTIBLES.  BUT THERE IS A 1969 BENZ IN THEIR SHOWROOM IN STUTTGART I'VE GOT MY EYE ON.]

What does my dream house look like?
"Smaller than our current house with a sun porch and it's clutter free and low maintenance." [AND THERE IS NO YARD, AND A DOORMAN TO ACCEPT MY DELIVERIES, AND IT'S CLOSE TO DOWNTOWN SALT LAKE CITY, AND IT PROFESSIONALLY DECORATED BUT LOOKS LIKE I DID IT MYSELF.]

Do you think you could live without me?
(Long pause). "Yeah, I do.  For how long, I don't know."  [MEANING HE'LL GET REMARRIED RIGHT AWAY????]

What scares me the most?
"Your own shadow." (Laughs.) "Me waking you up."  [IT'S TRUE, WHEN HE WAKES ME UP I SCREAM LIKE I'M BEING ATTACKED WITH A KNIFE.  HE HATES TO HAVE TO WAKE ME UP.]

What do I make that you love to eat?
"I love eating your new creations.  I love your salads.  In the last year, the cookies you make. Your burritos."  [SINCE MY FRIEND DIED, I'VE BEEN MAKING HER COOKIE RECIPE A LOT.]
How do I annoy you?
(He snorts.) "I was just thinking about waking you up." (Long pause) "I'm trying to remember some times when I've been frustrated.  You'll say something or do something and I'm like 'C'mon!' but I can't remember what triggered that." [NICE SAVE.]
What is my favorite tv show?
"West Wing."
What is my favorite music to listen to?
"Music that is cducational that has powerful messages like Brave by Sara Barailles or I Lived by One Republic.  There is a common theme in the music you like, positive messages that are uplifting and inspiring." [I ALSO LIKE TRY BY COLBIE CAILLAT AND TRY BY P!NK]

If the house was on fire, what is the one thing I would grab before running out of the house (assuming all family members are safe)?
"Whatever family history stories that are written and not available electronically." [THAT'S SO TRUE, I NEED TO DO MORE SCANNING.]
What is my job?
(Long pause.) "What is your job?  CEO of the Pack clan in addition to your writing and serving communities at large over the same period of time."
How old am I?
"You're 48." (Long pause)  "You're a young 48." 

What's my favorite color?
"Blue." [IT'S LIGHT BLUE, THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.]
How much do you love me?
"More than words can say and beyond how far my arms can stretch."

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