Anyway, I had my son read me the categories, and these are my answers, in all their ridiculous glory. So here goes...
My little monster is my dog, Sunny T., who has taken to jumping on my bed and sleeping with his chin on my neck, thanks to his daddy (who says let him stay, the poor thing is scared and lonely, which is shocking since he gave me grief due to being dead set against getting a dog, blah blah blah.)
The watermelon margarita is because I pretend I live in the tropics. Sad. I know.
The covered wagon is because when I get too many emails I envy the Amish.
The negligee is what I wear every night to bed. Over my sweatpants.