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REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.) Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu. This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things. Thursday, February 17, 2005
IT’S HERE! Despite the foulest efforts of disease and creditors, the Axis of Weevil Thursday Three has returned! There has been much speculation in the neighborhood about whether your humble proprietor would be able to deliver the goods this week, but there should never have been any concern. I have come to rely upon the kindness of the readership who are diligent in their efforts, even when I am not. SUCH IS THE CASE TODAY--although these were actually sent to me last week. I had already posted one set of questions when I received them (I blame Chet the E-Mail Boy for tardiness in not getting them to me any sooner) but I was told by the authoress that it would be perfectly acceptable to her if we waited until now to share them. SO, young Miss Martha (aka Earth Girl) and producer of The Good Earth blog way up there in Hoosier country, pondered some ideas regarding our recently concluded Holiday of Love and sent me the following missive: This is the SO, think of your most specialest, icky-sweet lovie-dovie-pie and answer these questions: 1. What did you give your Valentine this year? Mine will be up in a little while--I still have envelope stuffing to do. And sadly, that's not a double-entendre. I really am stuffing envelopes. :-( BUT NO MORE! I am through with that, and although I am exhausted, here are my answers for today: 1) What I give her every year--a dozen roses, with a note thanking her for saying "yes" back in February of 1991 when I asked her to be my wife. 2) Well, obviously our first one together, which I believe I used to its fullest potential. My original intent was to take her to a nice restaurant, bring her home, walk her to the door, and at the very last minute pop the question. We went to the Cafe de France at the Botanical Gardens, had a lovely meal of some sort in which I tantalizingly avoided popping any questions, came home, and then we sat in her driveway for a very long time talking and I just couldn't wait, so I asked her to marry me right there instead of dragging out the whole act. It probably would have been more romantic in the restaurant, or in the house, but I suppose even the cab of an '86 Nissan pickup can be romantic in the right circumstances. 4) Yes.
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