Shamelessly lifted from the fabulous Deb.
My Roommate and I once went for a walk, got lost, and finally made it home 6 hours (and more than a couple of bars) later. The bars thing probably didn't help the lost thing any.
Never in my life have I jumped out of an airplane. But I will.
High school was really, REALLY little. I believe there were 15 in my graduating class.
When I am nervous I talk. A lot. (even more than usual, and I laugh a lot, too)
My hair is, as of Tuesday, a little shorter, a little golder.
When I was 5 I shared a table in kindergarten with a girl who ate paste and, more than once, stapled through her finger. Maybe shared isn't quite the right word - I think she spent a lot of time in the nurse's room.
By this time next year I may actually have had some strawberries from my own garden - strawberries the birdies HAHAHAHA! can no longer get.
My favorite aunt is far, far away. Actually, ALL my aunts are far far away, and I don't know any of them well at all. So I guess maybe, my favourite aunt isn't.
I have a hard time understanding feelings of entitlement. And boys.
You know I like you if I offer to cook for you, or eat with you, or get your groceries. It's all about food with me.
My ideal breakfast is fresh fruit, french toast (challah or brioche, please), and bacon. And really hot coffee with real cream.
If you visit my hometown don't blink. If you visit, *this* town, we'll eat. Well, and often.
If you spend the night at my house it's because I couldn't get a reservation somewhere else. I much prefer to put our guests up at the wonderful B&B 1/4 mile up the road.
My favorite blond is on the floor, naked, pouting because I won't go to the store and buy him "a gun that looks like a real gun and sounds like a real gun but doesn't shoot real bullets mama, so it's safe." Boys.
My favorite brunette is a many-part answer. Most of my favourite people have brown hair.
The animal I would like to see flying is a pig! But of course!
I shouldn’t have been born in the 60s. I've always felt I was born 30 (or 200) years too late.
Last night I made the BEST macaroni and cheese with smoked ham. (See, it's all about the food.)
I’ve been told I look like Martina Navratilova(?) and the Mona Lisa. Both by boys who seemed a little smitten by my uncommon beauty. *snort*
If I could have any car it would be full of gas, pointing west.
7 comments:
I assume when you speak of your favorite brunettes, you were thinking of me. Hardy har har!
and me
great meme btw, lol
I loved your answers!!
Also, is there a possibility we're long-lost relatives or something? Because my family motto is "It's All About the Food." :-)
Pigley misspelled that...should say "hardy, hair, hair"...and then add a few snorts, not cuz she's pigley, because snorts are funny. [i am a 50 yo kid]
guns should be shot into outter space with the other space junk.
y'all are hilarious. can ya imagine if we all got together in person?
and I consider myself a brunette, BTW.
Oh, my; you had me rolling on the floor with this one!
What a great MeMe! I can always count on a laugh when I see you've posted.
Sheila in Ohio
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