J is for favorite juice:
Juice is one of those things I should probably lay off -- too many calories/too much sugar for too little nutritional benefit. I do love it though. My favorite is Trader Joe's Cherry Cider. Failing that, Juicy Juice Berry.
K is for what you'd like to kick:
I would like to kick Rush Limbaugh. In the pills.
L is for last restaurant you dined at:
Griffins in Cresskill, NJ. I highly recommend it.
M is for your favorite muppet:
Kermit. No contest. It's been Kermit since his earliest Sesame Street News days. I love it when he says "would you get outta here! out out out out out!" I say that to my girls all the time. I even wave my flippers like he does.
I also dig Floyd Pepper, especially when he calls Kermit "cricket breath" or "turtle bait."
N is for number of piercings you have:
Two in the left ear, one in the right. That second one in the left ear gives me nothing but trouble though; I've never been able to use it, but it won't go away, either. Bummer.
O is for overnight hospital stays:
Concussion when I was 14 (fainted, nobody knows why -- hit my head on something on the way down) bought me a night's stay for observation. Then passed twenty-one uneventful years in terms of hospital stays, until 2002 when I was in for 5 nights having the Bean, then in 2004, 2 nights for having the Peanut in '04. They do say second labor is easier!