I forgot to say, thanks P-C, for more sharing of the travelogue. I really enjoy reading those.
Thanks.
And I still love, love, love your tag. Wanna run off and have my wicked way with it.
He he. Only if you're good at math.
And then I feel guilty because P-C not only reads it all, but he reads it closely enough that he actually noticed when I changed my tag, which was really pretty cool, so I'm not complaining about that.
Don't feel guilty. I skim a lot recently, because I should be doing other things, but I pay attention to tags because it's my job.
Random thought:
Adult illiteracy baffles me.
Oh, I accept it, I just have integrated reading so far into who I am, that it just feels like thinking of living without one of my senses, or a limb.
Seagram's Wild Berry Pina Colada coolers? Taste like shampoo.
My Dear, do I have to lock up my shampoo with you around?
I pay attention to tags because it's my job.
Pay well?
And by the way, P-C, I, too, enjoyed your travelogue immensely. The imagery was like poetry, only I'm not usually into poetry, except when I am, so even better.
Did anyone notice I have all the commas today? Not quite as exciting as exclamation points, but their all mine!
Daniel, that thought is so not random. And you know it.
Only if you're good at math.
D'0h!
But... But... I've forgotten more math than your fickle tag will ever compute!
t Suspicious
Hey lady, you following me around or something?
Daniel, that thought is so not random. And you know it.
It's random to the Bitches!
ETA:
t suddenly feels like an old network ad campaign
My Dear, do I have to lock up my shampoo with you around?
Um, no, but you may have to put up with my hair smelling like Seagram's.