Christine of Pretty.Pretty.Paper-land tagged me two weeks ago. Now that I am back from being missing, I thought I would play. Except I do not have 10 things inside me today. Only nine. And just like in real tag, when I am tagged I tend to fall onto the grass in a heap and say "anyone want lemonade?" rawther than tagging other people. Then we all go drink lemonade out of straws and kick our feet. I'm sorry, but that's how it goes.
Nine Things About Amanda
1. I say "rawther" instead of "rather" because of Eloise.
2. I say "buddons" rawther than "buttons" because it's fun.
3. My pockets house handkerchiefs rawther than tissues.
4. I was terrified of escalators until recently. Now I am only a little scared of them, and only when going down. Not being scared of escalators is like flying.
5. Two of my teeth are a little crookedy. These teeth and I are not great friends.
6. I am actually Mary Poppins. Some other people think they are Mary Poppins, but they are not really. Do not be fooled by impostors.
7. My parents are very cool. This coolness involves things like riding motorcycles and always looking fantastic in sunglasses. I look like a librarian. Never will I be as cool as my biker parents. It is my deepest rebellion.
8. Last week I rang a church bell. I was only sort of supposed to. It was wonderful.
9. I do not find the word "ocelot" very funny, which is too bad. Everyone else seems to laugh about ocelots. But at least the ocelots will not eat me when they take over the world. In fact, they may make me their queen.
Would anyone like some lemonade?
{Buddon from Martha.}
9 maids a-milking:
You're hilarious and lovely. This post makes me like you very very much. More than I did before even.
Me too with the falling over and drinking lemonade. I'm rubbish at tag.
I think slightly crooked teeth are special. At least that's what I told my dentist when he wanted to fix mine. What, are our mouths all supposed to look identical or something?
I think the word ocelot is hilarious.
Wanna build a fort and read Alexander and The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad day underneath?
P: I am very happy about you liking me. I have liked you for a very long time. Now we can be friends who fall over sometimes.
R: Maybe they are special, but I'm not sure. I actually would not mind teeth that look like other teeth. Also, one of them bites my tongue sometimes so we cannot be friends.
M: Yes.
Wait, can we both be Mary Poppins? Maybe you can have Fridays and Tuesdays, I'll take Mondays and Thursdays...at the very least, can you come to my house and snap your fingers when my kitchen gets messy?
I'm a little bit scared of escalators too. In fact, when I was five years old, my whole family of eight missed a plane to Portugal because, in the rush, no on was checking that I made it onto the escalator and I just stood there at the top, too scared to step on. Now I'm mostly ok with them, except when wearing heels.
(Lemonade would be lovely, thanks.)
I also say "buddons." As in "silly buddons."
Here is the trouble, A: I am not a very good sharer. I promise to try to share, though. Also, I would be happy to do finger snapping in your kitchen, but am not sure it works outside of nurseries. Perhaps if you put a few toys in the kitchen?
C: I am especially wary of airport escalators. Baggage+escalators= Very Scary.
ESB: Silly buddon.
practically perfect in every way.
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