//TEXAS T-BONE’S FRIDAY FIVE//
1. Name something you’ve seen recently that has shocked you.
Saw a woman in her late 50s one evening in traffic wearing pink hair-curlers. OK, this is Texas, so you’re gonna see that occasionally. But then her left hand suddenly appeared – holding a pair of little blue tweezers. Yes, friends. She was plucking the lady hairs from her chin, wearing hair-curlers, while sitting at a stoplight. That’s bad enough, but there were two other people in the car with her. Classy with a capital Oh My Goodness. It was like a car wreck ... you know you shouldn’t be looking but you just can’t stop.
2. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Just gotta be me. Can’t be defined by my job. The me-ness of me will hold true no matter where the career path takes me. Although lately I’ve been thinking of pursuing my dreams of either becoming a Solid Gold dancer (no one can keep up with my stylin’ moves) or sand sweeper in the Bahamas (actually saw this being done there at one of the resorts). Would love to own a quaint bed and breakfast, but Wife of T-Bone doesn’t want strangers traipsing through the house all the time. Unfortunately, that’s the crux of the whole bed-and-breakfast thing.
3. What’s for dinner, T?
I don’t know. What are you cooking for me? Have seriously considered starting a project similar to some of the others in Webland (The Mirror Project is among the most famous and in my opinion has gotten waaaay out of control). We’ve got lots of recipe books, but usually we like only one or two meals from each. What I’d like to do is launch The Dinner Project, and have people e-mail recipes (maybe even photos) to me of things they’ve actually cooked and eaten. That would certainly weed out all the peanut butter-and-seaweed fritattas and the like.
4. What’s the first thing you’d buy if you won a million dollars?
Two tickets to paradise! Then I’d have a cheeseburger in paradise. Then I’d probably have a tasty adult beverage in paradise. Then I’d have another. And yet another. Then I’d have heartburn and a hangover in paradise. Then I’d pop some Tums and sleep it off in paradise. OK, so maybe I’ll change my answer to a pack of gum. But I’d buy it in paradise! Woo hoo!
5. How many angry gorillas does it take to change a tire?
I have no intention of ever finding that out.
