That was fun! I feel like an evil genius, or else a good liar. Hmm...
A few of you guessed correctly, but you hedged your bets, only the fabulous K stuck to just one—that mechanic? He’s a no good, dirty, rotten lie. Your prize is this link to K’s fantastic grammar guide. She needs to give Grammar Girl a run for her money—cause she’s hilarious. I don’t have a fabrication about her; a fabrication about K is impossible since her life is already stranger than fiction. Robo-leg? Check. Finnish-Native American? Check. Musician husband? Check. Knitted a scarf a mere seventeen feet long? Yup. Death threats from the Arab world? They “know where she works and have people watching her”—it’s hard out there being a word pimp (she works for a dictionary).
Instead of a vain attempt to add to such a bio, I have a dream for her.
K and her peeps are moving to Philly soon. I’ve been reading a book called The Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne. He’s part of The Simple Way, a church of ordinary radicals, based in Philly. My dream for K is that she and her hubby would start to hang out with the author and his peeps. Then I could live vicariously through them. (Cause it’s all about me, right?)