Rag-tagged and Bobtail

I generally don't like rules, unless they specify that I get to talk about myself.

Since I've done been tagged (way better than tea bagged) by the infamous J. from Drunk on the Porch, I'd best get to it.

We gon do it. Do it. Do it, do it, do it.

A). Link to the person that who (Oh, God. I'm sorry. I just couldn't let this go into the blogosphere grammatically incorrect) tagged you and post the rules on your blog...
B). Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself...
C). Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs...
D). Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog


1. I know what a caper really is.

2. Sloth is my favorite Goonie. With that one blinky eyeball? C'mon!

3. I am closer to 30 than I am to 20, but during every bubble bath, I do this, even the ones I take at your house:


I'm practicing my "stern Kenny Rogers" right here. I SAID you gotta know when to hold 'em!.

4. I love Cleveland, Ohio, ... Ya heard me right.

5. Never the ketchup with the french fries. Never! What is wrong with you people? Why are you so afraid of mustard?

6. I talk to dead people all of the time.

7. As an intelligent, capable female with independence for days, I really wouldn't mind being a 'kept' woman.

I mean, I'd cook and volunteer a lot, of course.

In the Comments section, tell me what you'd do if you were a kept (wo)man.

Oh, and tag, babycakeses, 'cause you're all sorts of it !: Cami-to-the-Kaos, Constant Winter, Dusty Old Dust, Effortlessly Average, Flat Coke and Flies, Hey Pretty and the lovely My Reflecting Pool.