Ms. K

A Dr. Pimple Popper video! Love Dr. Pimple Popper. You should totally subscribe. They are super disgusting. My daughter and I used to watch them together but she’s gone to college now. 😥

“I want photos of everyone who sits in that chair.”

I need a house on a Great Lake. It can be a smaller house. That’s fine. But it has to be on a Great Lake, preferably Lake Michigan or Huron. But I’m also going to need a nice apartment in a big city. Yep, I need both. 

Er, I got in a bit of trouble when I was in high school…detention, poor grades, uniform violations, “insubordination” etc. But to be fair, I went to Divine Child and getting in trouble there was not like reeeeeally getting in trouble.

It’s a tie between heavy metal (what good is music you can’t sing along with?) and country after 1985 because it’s horrible, just dreadful. My favorite is musical soundtracks! Because you can sing along! #Hamilton

Hm, I can’t recall what I received last but I did recently use a gift. I used a gift card at Om Spa for a pedicure. My family is under orders to only get me Om Spa gift cards for my birthday and Mother’s Day. I love that place. Feels fancy.

If it’s a weekday, I think how could I hit the snooze on the alarm clock without getting up (I have to keep it across the room in the closet because I’m able to turn it off in my sleep) and if it’s the weekend, I think about breakfast.

Famous chef, Julia Child, President Theodore Roosevelt, and author, Jane Austen. I’m not sure Jane and Teddy would get along but I know Julia would get along with both of them famously so it would work out. 

I won a bed once in a furniture store drawing. Seriously. The kind you sleep in. Still sleep in it.

I’m not looking and you can’t make me. I don’t even like letting my foot hang off the edge of the bed at night. 

Hm, why is this one so hard to answer? I do have friends! Funny, I guess? Prone to debating with people? They tease me about my fight Twitter. I can’t help it. I like to fight with people on Twitter. There’s nothing wrong with that!

Ha, you get mad now because your parents treat you like a kid? I’ve got some bad news for you. That is never ever going to end. You will be 50 years old and your parents will still be saying, “Well, I just don’t understand what’s wrong with you. Why would you do that?”

Almost anywhere or everywhere. I am always up for a vacation. Some of the top choices are Egypt, China, anywhere in Europe, and a road trip across the U.S.

Puffy Cheetos, Junior Mints, and a frozen Coke…just a nice normal size, not those gigantic gulpy things. And there is no other Slurpee flavor worth getting but Coke. 

I’m not too bad at baking and cooking. I’m no Top Chef contestant but I can follow a recipe. Maybe a few things on the computer. 

I used to hate my name (Mary Kay! Seriously??) because of the makeup company but I’ve come to realize that people are more likely to remember my name so I don’t think I would change it now. 

Well, you might have noticed the Yoda thing. I also collect floaty pens. Next time you go on vacation and you’re in a gift shop, look on the counter by the register for these:

I don’t think I get angry very often. I do occasionally snap in class when people don’t treat each other kindly or treat the room kindly. (You know how I feel about my room.) 

First, a triple venti caramel macchiato at Starbucks. Hot with whip in winter, iced in summer. Then some yoga pants (They’re not just for yoga anymore) and some sort of organizational product…bins, racks, baskets…because buying it will make you more organized, you know. 

Nothing. I’m a goner. I will be among the first to die in a zombie invasion. I will likely cower in a corner until some zombie gets me and then my family will have to agonize about whether or not to shoot my zombie self.