Welcome to the rather sneaky and clever, Vivian Arend!
What would you prefer: a hurricane or a tornado?
This took a little research:
A Hurricane contains vodka, grenadine, gin, dark rum, light rum, amaretto, triple sec, grapefruit juice and pineapple juice.
A Tornado contains whiskey, rum, tequila, vodka, coca-cola, sugar and three ice cubes. Seriously, the recipe said –three- ice cubes. I wonder if it’s no longer called a Tornado if you use four? Maybe it turns into an ‘Iceberg’ or something.
I would have to say that right now I’d prefer the Hurricane. The fruit juice would make it seem like it was healthy, right? I mean, it’s just a glorified breakfast drink, not naughty at all…
When do you wake up in the morning?
When I need to. That means a ton of different answers!
If there’s a huge dump of snow overnight then my family is out of bed and on the road to the local ski hill to be the first people to make tracks in the huge piles of powder.
If it’s summer time I wake up once I’ve headed outside and caught the sun on my face. I may only be on the deck of the house or already dressed and headed somewhere but the air and the sun are the wakeup call.
Some days when it’s rainy I don’t feel like I ever wake up.
Where does the snow go when it melts?
There’s a tiny little crack in the ground that has a trapdoor leading into Fae. All snowmelt specifically heads out this little gateway and vanishes from earth. You see snow doesn’t like to simply rejoin the atmospheric cycle and end up dropped in some ocean or river because that would be too far away from the mountains. And potentially far too hot, if by chance they got picked up on a southbound wind.
Upon arriving in Fae the individual snowflake fairies dash off for a spot of ice tea and then report for back for duty at the Snow Dispensary for another chance to descend on earth in a brand new and very elegant snow outfit.
Why shouldn’t a heroine be afraid when a wolf with lavender eyes has her cornered in a cave?
He took another step toward her, his eyes glittering and she swore in the pale light of the cave the dark orbs faded to lavender.
She fought back the urge to run. “Look, I know it might seem unusual, but maybe we can just… wait out the storm together. I’ll sit over here,” she inched toward the sidewall of the cave, “and you just stay over there. Far over there.”
The wolf stared at her for a minute and she swore that it had understood her.
Until it paced forward again not stopping until it was directly in front of her. Her knees shook and she bit her lip to stop the cry of fear that wanted to escape. Her back pressed to the wall there was nowhere to run.
The wolf sniffed, hard, and then turned in a circle, settling in a warm pile on top of her feet.
Marianne slid slowly down the wall until she sat curled up in a small ball. Heat from the wolf’s body covered her. The sounds of the storm outside echoed in the cave but here everything was calm. Peaceful. Slowly her heart rate dropped to something near normal as she warily watched her new roommate.
He lifted his head and she swore that he winked at her before tucking his nose under her leg and falling asleep.
How would you feel if you discovered you had the back of your skirt caught in the back of your panties and your assets were showing?
Where am I walking and how many Hurricanes have I already consumed to get into such a state? I would feel, in order:
1. Very surprised that I was wearing a skirt. This is the exact reason that I never like the silly things…
2. Pleased that my Mama taught me to always wear clean undies. Even more pleased that I choose to go a step further and insist they not only be clean but pretty.
3. Glad that I have an active imagination and can pretend that it never happened, uh uh, no sir, that was someone else’s tooshie people were staring at a minute ago.
Vivian was playing hooky the day they taught about the importance of getting a "real" job; she was hiding out at the local library rereading everything for the fifth time. Since then she's become a Jack-of-all-trades with a job experience list only slightly smaller than the average phone book.
She's hiked, biked, canoed, kayaked and camped throughout Canada, seven European countries and twelve states, including Hawaii and Alaska. All these adventures have now become settings for her overactive muse to wander through.
Vivian lives in Western Canada with her longtime sweetie, two wonderful kids and a dog that looks like a stuffed toy.
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