The First Question of the Day

So when I was in high school, my Jersey Girls and I used to get together and play Questions. On scraps of paper, we'd scrawl things like, "If you could order a pizza with anything on it right now, what would you get?" Or "Who's your ultimate prom date?" Then we'd crumple them up and toss them in a pile. One by one, we'd answer them, usually in Margie's bedroom, late at night by candlelight.

Night after night after night.

Then, when I moved to Hollywood and lived with 10 girls between two houses, (Melrose Place minus the murders and explosions) we played questions poolside. Instead of focusing on boys and late munchies, our questions shifted to things like, "What will you do if you don't make it as an author/actor/singer?"

And just recently, my sister in-law, Hurricane, (her name is worth a whole other posting) included me in a daily email blast among her co-workers called, "The Question of the Day." That round of questions dissected all things politics and world news.

The game is obviously timeless. So, in an effort to write daily and exercise my right to poke at your brains, I've decided to borrow shamelessly and create this blog, "The Question of the Day."

I think it's only right to start on a positive note, so here's my question: "What's the best thing that happened to you (or that you made happen) today?"

My answer is this blog.

Now who wants to go first?

xoxo,
Suzanne