A Quiz

I know, I know. I just posted a riddle a week or so ago, and now I'm making you take a quiz. I hope you don't mind, but I thought it might be a fun way for you to procrastinate today. I know writing it was a fun way for me to procrastinate.

Should you choose to take said quiz, leave your answers in the comments section at the end of the blog post, or if you get my posts each day by email feel free to hit reply and type them in. Then, in a day or two, I'll post the correct answers to the quiz here—and, if you're lucky, I'll even share some of the more entertaining responses your fellow readers sent.

Have fun!

1. Where did I go for a bachelorette party this summer?

2. Why do I visit random sites, like this one, around the central part of Illinois on a regular basis?


3. What footwear did I purchase in Montana last summer?

4. Who do I talk to more than anyone else in the whole world?

5. What kitchen-related item is my current obsession?

6. What is delivered to our door step in the middle of the night?

7. What gift did Conservative Boy recently receive, and what concerns me about this gift?

8. I have two gardens. Where are they located?


9. Who is getting married in May?

10. What do I post about most on this blog?

11. What do I want to be when I grow up?

12. I’ve introduced you to a character who’s part frog. Who is it?

13. What is my current cocktail of choice?

14. How did this fellow get his name?


15. At what cooking endeavor did I fail miserably—twice? And why did I fail?

16. I recently wrote about three lovely houses—where were they located?

17. Who is Butter’s arch nemesis?

18. Who are these crazy women and what are they doing?


19. What sport did I play at midnight one March?

20. Why have I been so busy lately?

21. How many weddings have we attended this year?

22. What activity do I regularly lament not being able to do more frequently?

23. And what activity did I do recently that I found strangely exhilarating?

24. Where were we when this photo was taken?


25. To what songs did Conservative Boy oh-so-romantically serenade me while we picnicked this summer?