I've been tagged-What does this mean?

Does it mean I wasn't running fast enough?
Hey. . . is this Kissing Tag? . . . (blush, giggle).
Or did the Cryps find my flat surfaces enticing?
If I stand out in my front yard on Saturday morning, is a giddy garage sale-er going to toss Greg a quarter and load me into her trunk?
Oh. No. Wait.  Is it on my toe?   Am I dead?


shelly said...

You kill me, Annie!

They call me Annie said...

Well then Shelly, look out. Next thing you know, you'll get tagged.

shelly said...

You can't tag me...one of the reasons I don't have a blog of my own! Neener neener nnneeee nerrr