A glass of scotch.
Tea. Two lumps of sugar, no cream. Thank you.
A tall, ice-cold craft brew.
The best cocktail the bar can make.
It doesn't matter. I'll just dump it on the ground anyway.
Place a stepladder underneath the light, and replace it myself.
Me? Replace a lightbulb? Aren't there people to do that for me?
Oh, great. What else is new? I'll just leave it. Nobody will notice anyways...
I'll light a candle for now. The replacement will wait.
Maybe my kids will do that for me! It'll teach them about self-reliance.
Miles away. I prefer stillness and the natural, untouched outdoors to any noisy, bothersome neighbor.
Who cares? They wouldn't ever come over, would they? Probably not.
Meryl Streep. Or Johnny Depp. Or President Obama. Someone who can help me drink this vintage pinot noir I've been dying to open.
Someone very personable I could have over to have a nice chat.
My best friend.
Horseback riding, taking my dirtbike or ATV for a cruise, hiking, or maybe even just laying out under the stars!
Standing on my balcony with a cigarette or glass of wine, and hearing the city around me.
Chopping firewood. It's about to get cold.
Gardening. My roses won't take care of themselves!
Drawing in the dirt with a stick. It's my favorite hobby, because it's the most boring one.
Breezy and clear
Anything, as long as it's not going to mess up my hair.