A. "Dull women have immaculate houses." Or so I keep telling myself.
A. I have lots of fears--heights, snakes, a psycho ax-murderer breaking into my house in the middle of the night. But I think anyone who is a parent will tell you that their greatest fear is something happening to their child (ren). When I put things like being scared of the ferris wheel at the county fair in context with something happening to my daughter, there's no comparison.
A. My complete and total klutziness. I'm always tripping, spilling various food/drink items, and dropping stuff.
A. Chocolate, no contest. Preferably dark.
A. People who are underdressed and/or inappropriately dressed. Yes, I'm talking about you, dude who showed up for his job interview in a HOODIE (and not even a nice hoodie--it was all frayed and faded). And you, soccer mom who lets your kids wear their soccer uniforms to Sunday morning mass. I get it. You have a game right after church. Change in the car. Jesus may not care what you look like, but I do.