This is a brand, spanking, new bloghop instigated by two birds (and, yes, I do mean instigated) and I am so excited to be participating! You should hop on over to their blog and see how this all got started, maybe even join in. I mean, c'mon, what's not to like about the whole concept of confessing one's deepest, darkest, fantasies, neuroses, and habits...and everyone having a good laugh about it? So here I go, exhibiting my human frailties and weird habits for your viewing pleasure...
Is it bad that I've had this picture for years and it still cracks me up every time I look at it? By the way, it says "Ed's Doghouse of Leather".
Is it bad that, now I'm older, I only shave my legs once a week and don't really care?
Is it bad that, if I must shave more than once a week, I make sure everyone knows it better be worth my time and effort?
Is it bad that if there is anything sweet and/or crunchy in the house I must eat it or it will call my name in wheedling tones until I either consume it or go mad?
Is it bad that I get so excited at holidays and birthdays, etc... that I just cannot wait for the right day for people to open the gifts I've given them; that I must give them at least one early present?
Is it bad that I've dragooned the other Bletherskites into making the Christmas holiday last three days? Seriously, we each open a gift on Christmas Eve, gifts on Christmas morning, as well as having special 'boxed' gifts (usually humourous) for Boxing Day...the day after Christmas.
Is it bad that having to keep a secret...unless it's something like a surprise party...makes me physically sick to my stomach?
Is it bad that, when I had to use a wheelchair in a store, the other Bletherskites and I used to crack jokes about them pushing the crip around? (Entirely self-directed, let me hasten to add, none of us would ever say...or think...something of that nature to, or about, another.)
Is it bad that seeing someone being rude, cruel, or abusive toward another infuriates me to the point that I have been known to get personally involved to put a stop to it?
Is it bad that when something tickles my funny bone I dissolve into a little heap of cackly, weepy, laughter and have been accused of 'laying eggs'?
Oh, and whilst I'm thinking of it, this picture....
is the barn on the family farm when it was newly built.
Have a grand weekend and keep smiling! Oh, and by the by...it looks like the votes for humour have carried the day, so next week's Fabulous Friday will feature humour.