If I were a month, I'd be April. Its my birthday month and also the first full month of spring which usually means I've survived another winter and lived to tell about it. I HATE winter. Once the holidays are over I don't see any reason we can't just fast forward right through January and February... I also totally believe in that seasonal depression stuff. This girl needs daylight!
If I were a day of the week, I'd be Sunday. Sunday Funday right? Also, football.
If I were a time of day, I'd be sometime in the morning... I'm totally one of those annoying people that is super productive early in the day. I love seeing the sky change colors from night to morning. I love feeling like I've accomplished a ton of stuff before breakfast. I love breakfast!
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto! You'll always be a planet to me Pluto... Poor, misunderstood Pluto.
If I were an animal, I'd be a dog maybe... I love how excited they get over everything. Also, sleeping in the sun? Definitely one of my top 10 activities!
If I were a direction, I'd be west. Follow the sun baby.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be an old fashioned secretary desk. Lady-like and organized. You know, just like me in real life... ha!
If I were a liquid, I'd be wine. Because life is too short to not drink wine.
If I were a gemstone, I'd be an opal? Are opals gemstones? I love them, all liquid fire and ice and seeming to change every time you look at them. Or maybe a diamond - but only if I could be conflict free. It would be nice to be that strong.
If I were a tree, I'd be a magnolia. Tall with shiny green leaves and giant, sweet-smelling flowers, providing shade on a hot, humid summer day.
If I were a tool, I'd be a swiss-army knife. Or maybe a leatherman. Multi-faceted and useful in a variety of situations.
If I were a flower, I’d be forget-me-nots. For obvious reasons.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be bright and beautiful sunshine!
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a guitar. Preferably one being passed around a campfire amongst a group of friends. Or sitting on a front porch strumming out a love song.
If I were a color, I'd be orange. Bright, warm and somewhat obnoxious.
If I were an emotion, I'd be love. Because there can never be enough love.
If I were a fruit, I'd be blackberries from my grandma's front yard, warm from the sun. That perfect blend between tart and sweet. We used to pick them when we were kids, my cousins and me. One for the bucket and one for the mouth, until we were sick. And then... cobbler!
If I were a sound, I'd be laughter.
If I were an element, I'd be livermorium. Right? How many people's hometown's have their own element? Pretty darn cool.
If I were a car, I’d be a mid-1950's Chevy Bel Air. Convertible. Teal and white. All white leather interior. Yeah baby.
If I were a food, I'd be something spicy! I swear I was Mexican in another life. Everything is better with salsa right?
If I were a place, I'd be the beach. Blue sky, warm salty water, white sand... Bonus points for a cabana boy in red bikini pants bringing cocktails with little umbrellas. Or in a coconut.
If I were a material, I'd be corduroy - I love that "swish, swish" sound corduroy pants make when you walk. Plus its durable... I like stuff that's sturdy.
If I were a taste, I’d be spicy! Feelin' hot, Hot, HOT!
If I were a scent, I'd be that fresh smell right before it starts raining, or the smell of wood smoke from a fire place, or the smell of garlic and onions sauteing on the stove... I could go on with this one for ever! Apparently I like smells.
If I were a body part, I'd be the brain. Because I like to constantly be learning new things and having new experiences. Making new memories. Truth - I'm more terrified of getting Alzheimer's or some other form of dementia where I lose my memory/mind than I am of any other part of aging.
If I were a facial expression, I'd be a smile. Because as Cat Deeley so wonderfully put it, "as long as you smile, have sparkly eyes and stick your shoulders back, nobody's going to notice your bum or your waist or your feet, for that matter."
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be sky high stilettos. Since I'm not even 5'2" a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Plus, how sexy are high heels? Am I right ladies? I just FEEL sexy in them. And they always fit... Unlike my pants.