Jul 10 2008
July Meme
I’m working on that stupid-ass flowchart again (even though I thought I had a tiny reprieve while someone decided if five = five or if five, does indeed, equal ten), so I am stealing this meme from Mrs. Squirrel.
Teh Rulz:
- Pick up the nearest book
- Open to page 123
- Find the 5th sentence
- Post the next three sentences
- Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you
Well, hm. The nearest book happens to be that one over there on my sidebar, because I’m mailing Krissa the copy I have here for participating in my little give-away. I’m also sending one to TxPoppet AND one to Shelly. Because they helped me pimp “You’re Not the Only One” - the book that helps WarChild. (Yes, you counted right. I bought 1 for me and 3 for others. That means I’ve contributed to WarChild 4 times! See how shiny my halo is?!)
Annnnnyway.
Then, I was checking to see if I could, legally, post 3 sentences without incurring the wrath of Phillip Copland who wrote the post on page 123. And I can’t. Not without his previously written approval. (In writing!) So, I’m going to pass on that one because, y’know, I want to get this post written today. (By the way, that’s not just Phillip’s rule. So don’t go blaming Phillip. I bet he would have granted permission, but he’s in the U.K. and it’s 9:00 p.m. there right now, and he may be asleep. Or in a pub. But not checking email.)
Annnnnnywwwwayyyy.
So, I’m going to pick another book.
I sit in the window seat, with the newspaper in my lap. We are about halfway through the crossword. My attention has drifted.
From “The Time Traveler’s Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger. This book is also sitting nice and close because it’s time for me to re-read it.
Now, that last rule? I can’t do part of it. Because no one tagged me. And because I don’t like doing things partway, I’m not going to tag anyone either. BUT! if you haven’t done this one yet, feel free.
—- Because we all have those days when moving boxes around on a flowchart absorbs every brain cell that the husband/children/pets/parents and vodka haven’t managed to kill yet. —-











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