A little pronoun love this Valentine's Day (because saying all of those nouns over and over can really wear you down).
And here is what I want to know: Where did you meet your kangaroo, your aardvark? Where did you come across your very own rhinoceros?
Happy Valentine's Day to you, to you. Happy Valentine's Day to you. xoxo
Friday, February 13, 2009
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8 maids a-milking:
i think that if i ever have a dog, i will name him rufus xavier sasparilla. much better than guybrush (my other half's first choice). i met my giraffe (because, he's tall and lanky, with scruffy hair) in the most ordinary of places--the internet. so boring, i know. but at least i have a bunch of stories about really bad dates to tell.
one day, when we were but little, our dad's loaded us into the same wheelbarrow and rolled us down to the playground. we've been playing together ever since.
in the secret garden in my yard! (so we got married in that very spot seven years later.)
In... High School. We were more porcupines with each other then cuddly Koalas. The real question is how did we re-meet after knowing each other for 9 long years?
Oh these are all so wonderful. Internets? Wheelbarrows?! SECRET GARDENS?!
Meg, don't be a tease. Please spill.
Oh, that was a theoretical question. How do you re-meet someone you already know?
(for us it involved serious illness, theatre, and NYC)
So cute. You can't beat a bit of grammar on a Sunday morning.
I found my hedgehog in a nightclub, of all places. I was on a mission to pull that night, thinking I was finally going to experience singledom for the first time aged 18. Oops.
i showed rufus xavier sasparilla to my dearest on v-day. we might have it on our wedding playlist.
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