I totally caved... shame on me!

You asked for it, so here goes...

Accent: Snobby. Ok not really, but I'm on the quiet side so people sometimes think I'm aloof, and I'm also a stickler for grammar. Terrible combination!

Booze: Red Bull--although my regulars will know I'm trying to wean myself off soft drinks, so replacement suggestions are welcome.

Chore I Hate: Laundry! The ultimate burden, the feminine curse--having to wash and fold clothing. ARRRGGGHHHH!!!! Here's a theory: I think people are mistaken when interpreting the eitz hadaas story in Bireishis. A basic timeline says Chava ate the forbidden fruit, shared with her husband, they suddenly felt naked and G-d made them clothes. Because of this sin, women bear the curse of childbirth pains and more until Moshiach, but I don't see the connection. My interpretation makes so much more sense: after the sin, G-d created the need to wear, and subsequently wash and fold, clothing. When they were banished from gan eden, Adam probably said "I'll pack, you wash the fig leaves," and women have been stuck doing laundry ever since. I couldn't think of a worse punishment.

Dogs/Cats: Do kids count?

Essential Electronics: Puma sneakers--well, they're really high tech and I can't live without them.

Favorite Perfume/Cologne: Aveeno baby wash--on a baby obviously.

Gold/Silver: I prefer straight up green, if you know what I mean.

Hometown: Sure, sure... like I'd fall for that.

Insomnia: I wish... can I train myself to sleep less?

Job Title: Busy.

Kids: Pure joy.

Living Arrangements: Bed, fridge, computer... check.

Most Admired Trait: Who's asking?

Number of people I will tag with this meme: 0

Overnight Hospital Stays: Being born and giving birth.

Phobia: Dental work- think Marathon Man level phobia.

Quote: "I never knew you could be funny." That's what my family told me after they found and read my blog. Lovely, aint it?

Religion: Lubavitch... oops, I meant Jewish. He he, I'm gonna hang for this one.

Siblings: aka last minute babysitters :)

Time I Usually Wake Up: How about a few times a night accompanies by the classic words, "I need to M.A.K.E.".

Unusual Talent: Being able to imagine myself with an unusual talent... in other words, none.

Vegetable I Refuse To Eat: Cooked fruit--the sight of mushy fruit makes my skin crawl. I'd eat brussel sprouts and okra over apple sauce any day.

Worst Habit: Blogging.

X-Rays: see phobia above.

Yummy Foods I Make: Lots.

Zodiac Sign: Lucky... I hope.