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?
3 comments:
You kill me, Annie!
Well then Shelly, look out. Next thing you know, you'll get tagged.
You can't tag me...one of the reasons I don't have a blog of my own! Neener neener nnneeee nerrr
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