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DIRIGIBLE ALERT! At home in Geilston Bay. July 2010.

Part three of the 100 Question Meme!

21. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
Henry, but it wasn’t too major.

22. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?
Not if you expect anybody else to understand me.

23. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?
I don’t know.

24. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?
Sure, I like a few different people.

25. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
Technically, there is no such thing as “double jointed”. If by “double jointed” you mean “Do you have hypermobility in the joints in you hand?” Then yes, I am double jointed hypermobile in my hands.

26. FAVOURITE CLOTHING BRAND?
I am not sure that I have a favourite. I buy a lot from Cotton On for Henry and Ezra.

27. WHAT’S YOUR DREAM CAR?
You would have to ask Jennifer, she’s the pilot.

28. WHAT COLOUR IS IT?
What colour is what? The car? Anything but yellow…

29. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE KIND OF EXERCISE?
Making love.

30. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
I am not sure that one has a choice if we are talking about love. If I were in a situation whereby someone “is leaving”, I probably wouldn’t be thinking that love was on the agenda.

Comments

Magpie said…
I love this picture! The colors, strings and varying heights of the balloons...wonderful.
Anonymous said…
That is a great picture.

Your #30 reminded me of a conversation Pete and I had just before we got together. It was along the lines of

Him: I really like you.
Me: I really like you too. By the way I'm about to go to Romania for ages.
Him: The women I like always leave the country.

I guess we're a bit odd, but it worked (and we're at the same end of the same country these days too, even better).
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, it was an interesting time with all of those balloons...

Jackie, sounds like it had a happy ending!
Roddy said…
Kris, my son. I gave you the greatest gift. I gave you life. Remember?
And, oh yeah, I educated you.
No thanks needed. You have done me proud!

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