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Tag the Wag

I'm kinda running on empty cylinders right now since daughter is being most amiable and I have no decent blog ideas...So for lack of work apparently, I am going to revive the tag that hip prudester foisted on me...
For the blog-innocent: a tag is when someone asks you to write some x number of things about you that nobody else really wants to know (including the tag-ger, but they usually find out after the fact!!)
Okay 9 weird things about me:
1) I love peeling grapes with my teeth before I eat them....yeah gross.. but try it before you scoff, my friend!!!
2) Hate toothpaste tubes squeezed in the middle... people... follow the instructions... it says "best results when you start at bottom and slowly progress to top" sheesh!!!
3) Hugh Laurie, George Clooney,assorted older actor guys ... YUMMY!!!
4) Detest poetry (hah prudester, and sissy and ink.. take that)
5) Love daughter (sometimes! that's the secret part)
6) I am a sloth... if nothing needs to get done, I will postpone doing nothing!
7) I cry for B-grade Hindi movies! So this is a recent development (since D-Poo it's become worse... I cry for ads!!!) ... I am discovering as one ages, one descends into illogical-mother-like behaviour... point being I CRY for Hindi movies (and Tamil and English and Chinese and .. you get it)!!!
8) I hate bananas... I mean really really really really relly really really really really HATE bananas... the smell, the shape (seriously! Phallic symbol?! Sooo cheesy!!) the texture, the dirty spots everywhere eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww... enuf said, people... hope you're enjoying your fruit now!!!....
9) I love sitting at the beach just listening to voices from far away carried across the waves.. they tell me stories...
And so enough said... am definitely coming back to blog-land since Time has voted for me as person of the year I can't afford to let them down!!! Must keep up my end of the bargain I guess :)
Take care all..

Comments

A-Muse said…
Heyy!,
thanks for doing the tag thingy... y'know for all its corny-ness...this does make you know a person a little better. Why, I just discovered that we have at least 3 things in common :)
Anyways, hope the year ahead brings much happiness and success your way.
take care.

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