What would you "like to know" about the next poster....

Probably Italian.  I could eat it every day.  And I could get really fat.

What is your favourite fruit?

Cherries

What is your most valuable (monetary or emotionally) material possession?

That's hard.  I guess monetarily is my engagement ring.  Emotionally I can't say the same - maybe my wedding necklace.

Name your favorite author (I'm sure this has been asked before...)

I dunno... probably Irvine Welsh.

If you could own your own business, what would it be?

Bakery.  Not a fancy-smancy one though.

Are you usually too cold, too hot, or just right?

Depends on the weather, today I'm too hot.  WTF?  It's not even summer yet but it feels like it lately. 

Do you believe in women's intuition? (yes, males can answer that, too)

No.

How many times do you hit the snooze button before getting out of bed?

None.  Once I hit snooze, I reset my internal clock.  I'll sleep undisturbed for the next few hours, even with the alarm blaring in the background.

What would 10-year-old "you" and 15-year-old "you" think of your move to the UK?

"I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

What would you be doing in a parallel universe?

I'd be a rich and famous international superstar.  Doing what exactly, I'm not sure.

What is the strangest dream you've ever had?

I don't really remember dreams for more than a few seconds after walking up.  So I don't know.

If you were being mugged would you try to talk your attacker out of it, or just give them everything they wanted?

Depends on the mugger I suppose... but I would lean towards giving them what they wanted.

What would be your ideal appetizer, main course and dessert combination in your dream meal?

I'm sure my answer would be completely different on another day, but...  Appetizer - nachos, main - spaghetti & meatballs, dessert - this warm chocolate pudding that hubby made one time.

Have you ever had a recurring nightmare?

Yes, when I was little, whenever I was home sick from school with a fever, I would always dream that I was curled up in a ball, wedged between my bedroom door and the wall, and that Frankenstein was pushing open the door, squashing me against the wall.  I have issues, I suppose.

What is your "party trick"?

I don't have one.  But the bartender at a restaurant where I used to work could stick a whole banana down his throat and then pull it back out.     He was married, to a lady, so I have no idea when or why he first decided to challenge himself in this way.   

How often do you speak in front of groups of people?