Seven Questions Sunday

Here is "Seven Questions Sunday",
with yours truly: Dorothy Gal.

1) What were your days like, as a child? Each morning at the crack of dawn I would drag my chubby little behind up the hill to fetch a pail of water. My brother Jack fell down. Squashed my paper crown I gave him. Then, to feel as if I were in a nursery rhyme, I came tumbling after.

2) Do you promote plagarism? Why no. I feel insulted you even asked that! To be or not to be: that is the question. You've got to push it [the english language] to the limit, in order to create completely new things. For, four score and seven years ago, I have never even so much as said another quote by any other person than myelf. But friends, please don't stop the music! Poker face. Jesse's Girl. That is all I have to say about the matter of plagarism.

3) Are you sputtering out random Shakespeare quotations and song titles? The question is: are you not sputtering out random quotes and song titles? Ok. You've dragged it out of me. I may have been looking on wikipedia for some cool quotations to use to boggle your mind, Mr. Crazy-I-Think-You-May-Be-Invisible-QuestionAsker-Man.

4) Moving on. How how was your weekend? I actually had an overall lovely weekend, thank you very much. On Friday I sang "The Laughing Song" for the Evening of the Arts at my high school (which went quite well). Then on Saturday I managed to wake up at 8:30 to teach some piano, hop in a car to voice  lessons at 12:30, then cross town to piano lessons from 1:30 'till 3:00. Writing down such an eventful day just nearly killed me. I've been holding my breath for five minutes. Woohoo! Does air feel good or what?

5) And Sunday, how has Sunday been treating you? No fair!

6) Excuse me? I don't understand. Sunday gives you treats, but cheats me out of them? Never has this so called "Sunday" given me so much as an ice cream bar. Not even the cheap variety your grandparents buy at WinnDixie! Nope. Nada. I am dispriveleged! And shriveling up inside. I am a hungry, ill-treated, not-given-a-treat child. How depressing! You know what? I'm calling the cops. Someone must have stolen my treats from my front porch or something. It is the only reasonable explanation.

7) Let me try again. How was your Sunday? Plagarism! You, sir, just plagarised! My mother asked me the same exact thing this morning


And there you have it folks! The third "Seven Questions Sunday" with Dorothy Gal. Tune in next week for more spectacular hidden secrets unraveled!