Today It's Stew

Yesterday I introduced my own twist on the April A-Z Blogging Challenge.

It goes like this.

Then today, my buddy Allie Cat over at And So I'm Having a Wonderful Time flattered the crap out of me by co-opting my idea of shoving the entire alphabet into a single post. And of course it was awesome, because that's how she rolls.

So now, because imitation is the laziest form of flattery, I'm going to co-opt my girl Allie right back. I'm going to take her alphabet and write my own entries. So I am.

And here's the thing. If you want to join us, that would be so cool. Like, you can take one of our alphabets and caption them your own sweet self. Or you can write your own alphabet on your blog or on my Facebook page, and I'll steal your entries with glee.

We can call it the This Is Like the A-Z Blogging Challenge, Only Stupider challenge.

OK, read Allie Cat's original list first. Then...go!


A to Z, as Presented by Allie and Bastardized by Me

A: Armadillos. Nature's little tanks. Not as prevalent in my part of Texas as you'd think. Make nice purses.

B: Bees. Bees make honey, which I love. But they sting, which I hate. Bees are bitches, which I admire.

C: C.  Is for cookie. Of course.

D: Dogeared.   What my dog is. It's about the only normal thing about him.

E: Eating.  My nemesis. I'm not particularly crazy about food, but I love eating.

F: French.  Dressing? Bleah. Kissing? Tasty.

G: Guilt.  Much easier to deal with since I decided to stop being Catholic.

H: Hallucinations.  I don't think I've ever had any, which is kind of a bummer. I think I'd enjoy them.

I: Ice.  You can't have a margarita on the rocks without it.

J: Job.  My job is awesome. I kind of miss being able to write "Shit My Job Says" posts, though.

K: Kale chips.  I don't know what the hell this is. Next.

L: Lola.  This is Allie Cat's dog, who recently passed. The Kinks wrote a song about her. That's how awesome she was.

M: Mary Worth.  I used to say her name three times into the bathroom mirror with the lights off, and the bitch never came out and clawed my eyes out. I mean, Jesus.

 

N: New Orleans.  I've never been. I want to go. I'll even pronounce it correctly.

O: Opossums.  Adorable. Most often seen squashed to a single dimension on suburban Texas roads.

P: Possums. Allie listed them twice because she hates them. Me, I love 'em. They're adorably evil, which is the best kind of evil.

Q: Quirky. I'd have to be about six times more normal than I am to be quirky.

R: Ringo Starr. Love me some Ringo. The only Beatle I've ever seen perform live. Not that I've seen any of them perform dead.

S: Showtunes.  What I lack in singing talent, I make up for in an astoundingly large repertoire.

T: Tea. Earl Grey. Hot. God, I'm a dork.

U: Underwear.  Let me check. *checks* Yes.

V: Vinegar.  My grandma used to make a salad dressing out of vinegar and bacon grease that was to die for. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

W: Words.  My favorite things in the world. Also one of my favorite Monkees songs.

X: X-Rays.  Pictures of bones. I find that hilarious.

Y: Yvor.  Um...yeah, I got nothing. Would make a good name for a possum, maybe.

Z: Zumba.  Uh-uh, no way. Three things I can't imagine doing in public are peeing, making love, and exercising. It's better that way. Trust me.

 

Voila! Your turn! Come on...you know you want to .