How in god’s name did I end up so blessed that so many people who love me would agree to come to a dance party with a bunch of strangers and not laugh at me (much) for bouncing around the room to some of my favorite music ever while wearing a killer black dress but (oops!) mismatched shoes*?
What chance is there that I can give them all back enough love that they know how much they mean to me?
How do I know so many men who are cool enough that they dance in public, despite their lack of preparation for such an activity due to their gender/cultural heritage as white men?
Why were dead fish a theme in my birthday cards?
What am I going to do with 40 bottles of Shiner plus rum, vodka, champagne, wine, margarita mix, triple sec, and gin?
Has anyone before in the history of the world uttered the sentence “I can’t do the Buddha embrace when she’s talking about scurvy!”?
Why does SportsNight make me cry?
If I am connecting to the Internet just fine, why does the new SP2-dehanced Windows XP insist on reporting that I have limited or no connectivity?
(*Virtually the same pair, from Keds, made one year apart and styled slightly differently – so when I picked them up and stuffed them in my bag, I grabbed the wrong two from the pile of four. I’m lucky it was dark.)