Special Note: We had an exhausting wonderful time with the little girls last night, though I don’t think we could have fit one more third grader in our office.  I’ll post an update, complete with pictures, later today.  Our big sleepover for 300 middle school girls is tonight.  I think that last sentence is about as obvious as I can get when offering a plea for prayer.

Today’s Friday’s Face is none other than Miss Cate T.  Interesting fact about Cate: after she had been a part of Starlite for 1.5 years, we accidentally discovered that we’re related.  Wild, huh?  You’re gonna love her.

‘lo Cate.

Buenos dias, Amy Beth.  That means good day.

Are you excited about being today’s Friday’s Face?

Si.  That means yes.

I am aware of what “si” means, Cate.  Guess what?

Que?  I’m guessing you’ve caught on by now.

I love you even if you do make fun of me.

That is pretty stinkin’ hilarious because we’ve barely even started and I’ve already made fun of your Spanish skills. 

Does the fact that I can’t spell metamorphosis without the help of spellcheck make you think less of me?

If I remember correctly, you spelled it m-e-t-a-m-h-o-r-p-h-o-s-i-s at the Barrel that day, but no, it didn’t make me think less of you.  It only confirmed what was there to begin with.

I am going to pretend like you didn’t just insult my intelligence once again.  I’ve got a question for you, Miss High and Mighty.  Is there any word you can’t spell?

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.  I used spellcheck to assist me on that one.

 

Whatever.  Moving on: please state your “job” title in Starlite.

Her Royal Highness Queen Cate Elizabeth: Director of Special Events and Special Functions.  Now, everyone should bow.

Ignoring that last part.  So, this titles means you do what exactly?

I look pretty, answer questions from the public, promote my kingdom and direct dramas.

How long have you been with us?

Two years.

What other real jobs have you had in life?

I’ve legally sold drugs for four years now at a local pharmacy.  And, I’ve assisted Dr. Freake (yes, Freake) in hellbender (yes, hellbender) research.

Remember that time I made you come on stage and talk to a bunch of middle schoolers without first telling you that I was going to call you up there?

“Remember that time” would imply that it happened once.  READERS: do not let her cheerful little facade fool you.  This happened twice — and I performed beautifully at both, thank you.

Were you mad at me?

Well, my dear, I did not want to use naughty words in front of all those little faces.  So, I said to myself “Self, you can be angry later.  But for now, we gots ta get these kids saved!”

Um, Cate?  Have you ever noticed that you’re kinda country?

You know me so well.

 

Describe your perfect guy.

Irresistible!  Tall, dark and mysterious — but with an outgoing personaility.  Hot as fire on the outside and on the inside, too.  He’ll need to speak at least one other language other than English, be caught up on current events, love politics, traveling, international affairs, Israel, things that are just plain weird.  He will need to be protective, mean sometimes (I need it) and love me more than I love him (impossible, but I would like to think that).  And, a Christian.

Well, then.  Wow.  Changing subjects: if you could only have one flavor of ice cream for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Baskin Robbins’ Chocolate and Peanut Butter.

Cate, love?  I think you’re swell.

Thank you… love.  You are too!