Just yesterday Hundred Pound Hank was walking me around the neighborhood and he 'membered me of that. He sort of bumped his lumbering, four-footed self into me and I thought, "Tag, I'm it." Then I saw some artistic graffiti, admired the signature and I thought "Good tag there". Later we stopped to buy some Girl Scout cookies.. though I worried aloud that they'd go right to my waistline. The Grandmother of the girl selling the cookies (a formidable matron in a trench coat and a former member of the organization), assured me that would never happen. See above. But as Hundred Pound Hank and I wandered away, munching a few of those Tagalongs.. a mysteriously overwhelming desire to visit this blog just seemed to jump out of nowhere!
Strange how you can be innocently pointed at visiting some blog... like my own newly resurrected one for instance. Where I've started to post greeting cards. Simply as an example I mean. There, turns out, you could all become members!