If you were a Tree....

In my dreams, I see it...

I’ve reached the Pinnacle...the Apex...The Peak...of my made-up profession.

I’ve attained Renowned Blogger status (sadly now, I’m a mere Blogger Extraordinaire).

After years and years of blogging and clawing my way up the blogging ladder,

I’m sitting down for an interview with Barbara Walters.

And I have NO trouble answering BaBa WaWa's iconic, moronic, idiotic question:

“If you were a tree, what kind would you be?”

You might think I’d choose a Maple tree, because I’m originally from Vermont,

and Vermont is noted for its D’licious maple syrup …and also because...

I tend to run sappy, especially in the spring.

Or maybe you would think a Weeping Willow...

because I'm known to cry when I’m happy, sentimental, sad, bored, and hungry.

But, alas, you would be wrong.

I would be a Palm tree.

I love Palm trees. They are graceful with their feather-shaped leaves that sway in the gentle breeze.

And if I was a lucky Palm…I would be endowed with EXTRA large coconuts.

Anywhooooo........................

I got to thinking...hmmm.....

What tree would PaulA choose?

Maybe an Olive tree?

(That way he would have a handy supply of olives for his martinis.)

But he could also be a Blackberry tree.

PaulA has an affinity for his Blackberry...or a Torch for his Blackberry...wait, or is that a Storm?

If I were to choose a tree for PaulA, I would choose an Oak tree.

PaulA is very strong and solid, thrives in a loam soil, and requires very little maintenance.

(Don’t worry…I won’t talk about his acorns.)

Our kids probably would choose a different tree for their dad’ums.

A Money Tree.

Preferably one with branches loaded down with 100 dollar bills.

(And it would need daily pruning.)

So if you were a tree, what kind would you be?