‘q’ is for quiet… which I am. I don’t talk during movies or tv shows or Broadway plays.
‘q’ is for quick… which I am not. For instance: we talked about the Outbacks a couple posts ago. Exactly 2 seconds after I took this photo I said, “Aw, MAN. The gas tanks are on opposite sides! That’s gonna mess me up when I drive that car.” And the Boy said, “No, they aren’t, Kate.” And I said, “Uh, YES they are.” And the Boy said, “Um, no they aren’t, Kate. Think about it.” HEY. You be nice to me.
‘q’ is for Quentin Tarantino… who, quite honestly, I just really do not get. I know he’s a genius. I can see that through the fuzzy processing in my brain… but I just don’t get him. I hope we can still be friends.
‘q’ is for queasy… which I get very easily if I ride in the backseats of cars or on rides that spin. This didn’t happen to me until I was in college, but now you can bet money on it.
‘q’ is for quality… like this right here: a surprise this past March in a Belgium train station. QUALITY. Smiling all day long, right here. That’s me.