And I try so hard to be different
Blogger continues it's will-she, won't-she flirtatious prevarication, so I can't really comment on what everyone else is saying. Content yourselves with knowing that I would if I could. And it would be really witty too.
Meanwhile courtesy of blogthings, via Karla, Stuart and Sandrabbit, here's me in a nutsell (or martini-glass)
What can I say? Not at my best when shaken, but easily stirred...*
*Sorry, I haven't taken my pun-killers yet today.
Meanwhile courtesy of blogthings, via Karla, Stuart and Sandrabbit, here's me in a nutsell (or martini-glass)
| You Are a Martini |
 There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush. You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it! |
What can I say? Not at my best when shaken, but easily stirred...*
*Sorry, I haven't taken my pun-killers yet today.
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(tee hee)
And what's all this about folk singing? I told them not to do that in public.