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Three not-so-very important Happy Halloween questions
1. Will the little ghosts and goblins be happy they stopped by your home for shell-out?
2. Oh look, you are already in costume, what are you exactly?
3.Trick or treat....why?
Glinda: Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?
Dorothy: Who, me? Why, I'm not a witch at all. I'm Dorothy from Kansas.
Your turn. How would you respond if asked, "Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?"
The Challenge was to write a short fifty word fairy tale that begins:
Long ago when witches...
And ends .....it remains unknown.
As promised the three best Fifty Word Stories, has chosen by me, are included in the extended post. Please understand that it was again difficult, very difficult, to choose only three.
Thank-you to every single person who submitted a story. What a delightful reading experience you provided. As mentioned, I know it was difficult, which is why I will repeat this feature very soon.
Please do take a moment to read the three fifty word fairy-tales of
the finalists and vote for your favourite. The winner will choose next
Tuesday's Site of the Day. Voting will close Friday at midnight (EST). Yes, I will be contacting the "winner" sometime after that.
Please go read. Now. Then please vote. Now.
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aka_monty wants to know....
How many first dates have you been on, approximately?
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bob-kat wants to know....
Where would you really love to visit if money were no object?
According to some people I make up silly games. Keep this in mind as I suggest the following:
The person above you has the magic ability to look through your computer monitor and see you and your surroundings. Don't be frightened they are just here for the game and they will leave in a moment. Just before they disappear they play the I Spy Game. Yes, you know which game I am talking about, the anti-boredom road-trip game that requires you to guess what the other person has spied based on a one word clue.
So, tell us what your thru-the-monitor visitor might have spied based on their clue. Also do not forget that after you have answered the person above you it is your turn to look through the monitor of the next person and tell them what you spied. Sound fun? Of course it does. If it does not sound fun then I spy a party-pooper.
Now let me begin by looking through the monitor of the first person:
I spy with my little eye something that is scary.
Finish this line:
I think less is more when it comes to.....
Please Note: Instructions for The Daily Comment Game can be found here.
New Site of the Day: A Army of (Cl)one
Please
go say hello to AOC. He is bright, very witty, interesting, and oh-so-fun. Yes, I am a secret fan. However, please don't tell him that - it is my little Star Wars secret.
Two Ways To Play
The Classic Version: Simply visit the site of the day and please do not forget to say Hello, Michele sent me.
The New-Fangled Version: Leave a comment here and then visit the site of the day AND the person who commented above you. The person who comments after you will visit the site of the day and you. Again, do not forget to say Hello, Michele sent me. Yes, I will pout if my tag-line is not used.
Please do not comment here more than once per day. Multiples are reserved for The Weekend Meet N' Greet. Yes, it is my way of keeping you wanting more.
The first time I visited Paris I stayed with my paternal grandmother who had once been a dancer at Moulin Rouge. I was fifteen years old. My father, who had never really played a big role in my life, had sent me a plane ticket and an invitation to spend the summer with him in Southern France. When I arrived at the airport, a strange woman met me and told me that my father was not there, that she had been sent in his place, and that she would deliver me to my Grand-mère's apartment in Paris.
I was furious at my father and not at all pleased to be taken to a grandmother that I had never met. Who was this unknown grandmother? Who was this strange woman driving me to meet her? It must be a conspiracy to make me miserable, I decided. When I got there, my grandmother was waiting outside her apartment on the rue des Chantres. Is this really my Grand-mère, I asked myself? She was incredibly beautiful and very glamourous. She was tall and thin, her dark hair streaked with grey and cut in a classic Parisian-style bobbed haircut. She wore bright red lipstick, a slim skirt and a crisp white blouse. When I got out of the car, she threw her arms around me and kissed me. Being a Canadian girl, this took me by surprise, but I followed her into her apartment anyway.
She lived in a one-bedroom studio which was decorated with vintage whimsy. She had many plants and a framed picture of my father on a side table.....
Oh wait. No. That was not my Grand-mère. That was not me. Perhaps this happened to you?
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Michele wants to know...
What is the scariest movie that you have ever seen?
