Hello Neighbor!

Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight, and don’t invite Yours Truly to compete in a Trivia Night . . . I mean, not if you’d like your table to win.

Reader, I did go.  I brought sanitized hands and a fresh farro salad, but even if I’d HAD an A-game for Trivia, I decidedly did not bring that to our church’s fundraiser.
By some miracle (also years of Latin instruction), I knew the Greek root “dodeca” to mean 12 not 20 or 200.  I identified Scooby Doo as speaker of the oft’ quoted “Rut-Ro” (though Astro was petitioned and accepted).  I had a vague understanding that it is Cornell—not Brown—that requires swim lessons for incoming freshmen, and, go ahead, throw me an anagram: you give me third planet from the sun & an organ that pumps blood, and (with the help of my friend sitting next to me) I WILL give you earth & heart.

So, let’s see, upon reflection, eight rounds of ten questions and I nailed about five of them.  Math’s not a strong suit, but I’m sensing that’s not an unbeatable percentage.  I had fun though, and now, farro for days.

I leave you with a leech and its 32 brains,
Katie