I personify things, daily, constantly. I give them likes and dislikes. I give them feelings. For example, the fridge gets scared of the dark and pees. Which is why when we wake up in the morning, there are little puddles on the kitchen floor.
This is probably one of the reasons I slept with all my stuffed animals in my bed as a child. I was afraid one of them would feel left out. [Because I personify things, not because the fridge gets scared and pees.] This is also probably why I cannot break up sets of dishes, or books.
When I get rich, rich enough to have those “seasonal homes” .. you know, like the summer Callaway mansion? Anyways, mine will be in the mountains, in a ski resort municipality, (totally inspired by Whistler) kind of like a ski resort, but private. Fully equipped with a log house façade and an authentic stone fireplace and hearth. Anywho, in the living/family room, which will have a very high ceiling, there will be a special corner for “The Christmas Tree.” On our first Christmas there, we will bring home with us, an infant tree. There, it will thrive and grow under the watchful eye of our gardner. Of course, the tree will be inside. There it will rise to its full height of oh .. at least thirteen feet. What. .. if Zach and Jody can have a thirteen foot tall Christmas tree why can’t the filthy rich version of me have one too? Oh, and they only kept it for one season! I’m keeping it for life. .. like duh!
So pretty much, that’s much of what goes on in my head. .. I know. You didn’t ask. But I’m entertaining the possibility of doing a Z-A post series. (What? You think I’m copying the A-Z challenge? You’re so right. How’d you get so smart?) I’m starting backwards because I’m scared of the April A-Z challenge cops who might get me because I’m doing it in May and not April. Naughty Naughty. My “theme” or what not, will be to come up with a little scenario/story for every letter.
Growing up, I had an alphabet book. It showed all the letters with a girl/boy whose name began with that respective letter; each child was holding something that began with that letter too. The book rhymed and I basically loved loved loved it. There was also a number book, and the numbers were in a circus; each number had a different act.
Ever since then, I’ve given numbers and letters attributes too. My world is actually quite colorful. For example, 8 is fat, and purple, and he loves donuts. “S” is cheeky and silly and she laughs at everything!
So you see, I’m not expecting this to be too difficult, but I’ll see how it goes. Tomorrow we shall begin with “Z”. Z is a he .. but that’s it for tonight…