Colleen, over at Wine Please, has tagged me with a meme! Hoorah! Perfect for a Wednesday, and my Lil' Bro's 40th birthday! Just in case they have a party or something and invite me over. You know. Just in case. Not that I would invite myself or anything. Never.
Here's the tag:
Four things you should know about me before you invite me to your house.
Short and sweet, huh? Just like Wednesday SHOULD be. Not ever like it IS, of course. Here goes!
1. I love to take my shoes off when I come in or sit down. And my feet usually stink.
2. If you have a cat or dog, I will find and pet that creature. That creature will LOVE it. And you? You will hate it. I groom the cat or dog while petting and come away with massive amounts of fur, regardless of the breed. Drives the Hunny nuts. But your critter's in heaven over it. Your carpet's not so happy.
3. I don't eat before I arrive, so I arrive hungry. And picky. Won't eat tomatoes, olives, mushrooms or brussel sprouts. Everything else? If it's not nailed down, it's gone. And make some decaf while you're at it, will ya?
4. I don't like to leave, even when the host or hostess look tired and are giving obvious hints, but I do get tired. And cranky. And start making really strange, sometimes caustic remarks. But refuse to leave.
So who's having me over next? I'll tell ya who I'm inviting myself to - I'm tagging four old friends this time. You know, before I invite them for dinner.
J the Grockle, who loves a good meme! Don't let me down. I'm guessing you'll have me to dinner so I can help you pack, right? Move here! We'll have dinner soon! At your place (you have good taste in homes).
Karen, at the Rocking Pony! Karen probably brings a horde of kids and dogs and horses. C'mon over! The more the merrier! Hey, maybe the next meme should be the type of rotten hostess I am. I kick people out pretty well. But not Karen! Never Karen. Well, I might kick her out, but I'd keep Micah.
Asthma Girl makes a great hostess - to which the cows can attest - but I'd love to know what she's like as a guest. Probably would wheeze the entire time she's in my house. Not the critters so much, but the nasty allergens that Tulsa's famous for. How very sad. I'll have to make the trip west instead. Find her butter and lick it.
Speaking of licking the butter, I should head over and tag Mental P. She showed Fred & Bessie a good time. I think she gave them margarine, though. Hmm. Maybe not. And she got them drunk. Yeah, I'll head in her direction, as long as I can stop at one glass. And try on her shoes. Mental P, you wear an eleven, don't you? I won't stretch your shoes much. Promise.
Feel free to snag this meme for yourself if you love it so much you want to marry it. I'm off to find a birthday party. And Colleen? I'm so sorry I dropped off the radar for awhile. Thanks for tagging me. Anone who still finds themselves not on my blogroll (on left), please let me know? I'm still slowly finding my friends!
Until I write again ...