Miz Booshay presents...
A Friday Feast a laInside the Actors Studio.
It’s fun.
Pretend James Lipton is sitting across from you and hanging on every word.

What is your favorite word?Meretricious
What is your least favorite word? Awesome. Everybody says everything and everyone is awesome. That means nothing is. Awesome - another innocent victim of word inflation.
What turns you on [creatively, spiritually or emotionally]? Life
What turns you off? Over emotive divaesque drama-queen b*ll s**t.
What is your favorite curse word? F**K, I guess. I don’t say it much, which is prudent. That word is also succumbing to work inflation. And since I appear to be too prissy to say it, it packs a whallop when I do. I do use “son of a bitch” a lot.
What sound or noise do you love? little sounds, babies gurgling, birds chirping, Lake Michigan lapping at the beach
What sound or noise do you hate? S-T-Y-R-O-F-O-A-M! I need to be sedated to remove my Christmas village from the protective packing. Car alarms and babbling morons in the cul de sac at 2:00am are pretty low in my esteem, too.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? None. Well, Queen of England, Broadway singer/dancer, clothing designer, interior decorator...
What profession would you not like to do? Plumbing. Cleaning. Anything involving that which I would prefer not to touch.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? “Well done, good and faithful servant.”


Last week my sister called to tell me that she literally spoke with Betty Crocker. Calling General Mills with a question on package directions she went thru a series of about 14 voicemail prompts which led to a line answered by a woman who said, “This is Betty Crocker!” I’m sure she was. At least for the duration of her shift.

When I told the kids about this, there question was, “Did she scream and hang up if Betty Crocker said ‘moist’.” Because we all know Aunt Karen’s least favorite word in the world is moist. Mine was pus. Mouthing these words when our parents weren’t looking was a favorite way of tormenting each other. I still will work ‘moist’ into a conversation...just because.

I think our doppelgangers appeared in the Quiet Life combox. One woman can’t stand moist and another despises pus. Awesome.