I almost never indulge in the confessional memes that circulate the Internet, preferring to administer my own unique forms of confessions wrapped within posts about babies and gardens. (More on the damned rabbit later.) But my friend Cheryl's responses (at her Twinfatuation site) to an alphabetical method of self-examination prompted me to follow suit.
A is for age:
Though I turned 40 in March, I floated on a cloud in early June when a group of recent college graduates spent a few hours discussing the working habits of Millennials with a group of folks at Luck Stone. After our conversation, I toured them through our new corporate space. One of them said, rather off-handedly, "You're a lot more like our generation than those other people in the meeting." I immediately went out and bought some Grecian Formula.
B is for burger of choice:
I've been making turkey burgers loaded with garlic, minced red pepper and chopped spinach lately. Toss on some melted white cheddar cheese, and you've got yourself a meal.
C is for what kind of car you drive:
A slightly battered 2000 Nissan Altima. The plastic hubcaps clatter when I drive, which makes me feel very Beverly Hillbillies when I'm coming down the street toward the house. Rilo hears me two blocks away.
D is for your dog's name:
Rilo. She was named for the band Rilo Kiley after Nikole and I deadlocked on names. She arrived in our home during my birthday week in 2007, and we will never regret the $300 we spent on three training sessions at PetSmart for her.

E is for essential item you use everyday:
Coffee. Tea. Water. Wine. That's essentially my liquid timeline every day.

F is for favorite TV show at the moment:
Now that Battlestar Galactica and Lost are on hiatus, I've not a clue. I still love some Alton Brown with his Good Eats program. And PBS' Globe Trekker is sassy, off-beat and occassionally hosted by the lovely Megan McCormick.

G is for favorite game:
I'm sure peek-a-boo is in my near future. And then Candyland.
H is for Home State:
Virginia.
I is for instruments you play:
Lungs.
J is for favorite juice:
Limeade.

K is for whose butt you'd like to kick:
If I could get my boot lined up to the fluffy tail of a certain garden-devouring rabbit...
L is for last restaurant at which you ate?
You can eat at restaurants? Nikole and I had Mother's Day breakfast at Joe's Inn and enjoyed a nice post-partum dinner at Sette before seeing The Swell Season play.
M is for your favorite Muppet:
Either Gonzo or the two cranky old men in the audience of The Muppet Show.

N is for Number of Piercings:
N is for None.
O is for overnight hospital stays:
If you don't count sleeping in a chair while Nikole was in the hospital, none.
P is for people you were with today:
Nikole. Thea. My mom. Three essential women.
Q is for what you do with your quiet time:
Quietly travel by myself across Africa.
R is for biggest regret:
I've forgotten most of them, as they've been erased by the joys that have inevitably followed them.
S is for status:
Pleased as punch to have found Nikole when I did, and to be happily married for three years. And father to Thea for 10 weeks.

T is for time you woke up today:
Is 5:00 in the morning early?
U is for what you consider unique about yourself:
The way my brain works.
V is for vegetable you love:
Cucumber. Corn. Most of the C vegetables.
W is for worst habit:
Constantly singing.
X is for x-rays you've had:
Teeth. A thousand cancer-causing x-rays of my teeth.
Y is for yummy food you ate today:
Lemon sorbet. Homemade blueberry muffins.
Z is for zodiac:
Pisces, through and through.