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Day 10: FIVE FACTS ABOUT ME (Instagram #photoadayaugust)



ONE:  I am constantly searching for something great. Anything will do: a cute and personal coaster, new and better hairspray, practical shoes that don't look maw-maw or gnaw seven layers of skin off, effective but not dangerous fiber therapy, shades that fit my giant head but don't fall down my "Jones trademark" nose, anything great. I seek out needs and try to imagine the thriftiest, most unexpected solution possible. 

TWO:  Iced water with lemon wedges and a straw will always be my favorite cold drink. Everything else is just superfluous nonsense. 

THREE:  I prefer savory over sweet. Always have, always will. Until you put a wedding cake generously frosted with fondant icing in front of my face, and then all bets are off. Fondant icing is my one true food weakness. All my other "favorite foods" I can more or less be talked out of from time to time, but if you try to take away my fondant icing you are very likely to lose a hand or an eyeball. Just ask my Father-in-law. 

FOUR:  There are times when it's appropriate or even enjoyable to shop with a friend or two, but shopping on my own is definitely my favorite and most relaxing. 

FIVE:  Good, old fashioned, gun slinging, tomahawk dodging, bad guy ambushing movies are my favorite: Lonesome Dove, True Grit, Geronimo, The Last of the Mohicans, City Slickers. (These are just to name a few.)

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