Heh. Thanks. He didn’t steal it… and I’m glad you got it back.
I’m married to a man who is -also- a teetotaler. 
I rode my scooter around the four corners (San Ysidro, CA, Key West, FL, Some town in Maine that I can’t remember at the moment, Blaine, WA) of the US this spring.
11,500 miles in 32 days.
I have flown, ridden and conversed with 4 celebrities:
James Earl Jones (unimposing, despite his voice)
George Takei (funny guy - very personable; sat next to him on an airplane)
Hal Ketchum (musician) (easy to talk to on the plane about anything)
Shawn Johnson (the gymanst) (she was gracious, but obvious she was hoping to avoid significant recognition on that flight, and i kept it quiet, which was easy since I was sitting next to her)
I’m allergic to snails.
I used to build parade floats.
I once had parts of my brain turned off during a medical test. It’s weird to forget how to count to ten.
Just one thing? Erm…
I’m told I was in a video shown on “America’s Funniest Home Videos”, circa 2000 - 2004. I didn’t ever see it, only going by what I was told, and don’t remember the time frame better.
Well, that’s probably the only way they can catch up with you, what with you flying everywhere. Though I wonder how they roll down the windows.
You can get it changed. Email Tubadiva with choices. It will change your username board-wide retroactively for all prior posts as well, but not any references people made to you by that username.
Careful, them koalas can be vicious. 
I was in the Colbert Report’s live studio audience the day Stephen Colbert broke his wrist.
I once had lunch with Isaac Asimov, L. Sprague & Catherine DeCamp, Harlan Elison, Hal Clement and Phil Foglio. We ate at a wonderful Chinese restaurant. I think I said maybe 5 words the entire time. It was fascinating.
I am related to Elizabeth (Lizzy) Borden
I don’t hate Jar-Jar Binks.
I went skydiving out of a “Flying Tomato” hot air balloon (which landed in somebody’s yard) and I too, landed in somebody’s back yard.
William Boyd, better known as Hopalong Cassidy, was my great-uncle.
My greatest fear is not pain, death, failure, split infinitives, or poisonous snakes. My greatest fear is fear of embarrasment. I can still hear my late mom’s voice when I screw up saying those 3 horrible words: “I… am… Mortified.”
I really miss smoking cigarettes.
I am a Mormon. I know it, I live it, I love it! 
I’ve never smoked pot.
I’m a member of the Mile High Club. Qualified in a small plane flying over the ocean just off Santa Monica, CA. Good times.
I love to ride my motorcycle!