Which Season Are You?
| You Belong in Fall |
 Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times... You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you |
What Season Are You?
Dearest My Peeps,
I just found a how Texan are you test. Apparently I'm 40% Texan, as welcome there as a skunk at a lawn party. Go figure, I'm from Northern New Brunswick. It only stands to reason I suppose.
Then I saw that there were other tests. This one piqued my interest the most. And I was really impressed that the season I am is the season I most adore. Barring the bit about carving wacky pumpkins (merely for fear of carving a finger or thumb from my body), it is very accurate. And I like wacky pumpkins, I'm just incredibly clumsy and not to be trusted with a sharp knife. I have scars to prove that, though many of them are faded beyond recognition.
Anyhow, I'm off for bed. I'm headed to Fredricton tomorrow with my Pat and would like to be alert for the trip. I needn't have another accident so soon. I needn't ever have another accident, God willing. Especially not with someone I care for deeply in the vehicle with me. I would never forgive myself if something happened to anybody that I love because of my own carelessness.
Thus, Bed. Cheerio Mates!
Vicky Ellen
" When I discover who I am, I'll be free." -Ralph Ellison (Gee, it's awfully nice to be free. HOORAY!)
I just found a how Texan are you test. Apparently I'm 40% Texan, as welcome there as a skunk at a lawn party. Go figure, I'm from Northern New Brunswick. It only stands to reason I suppose.
Then I saw that there were other tests. This one piqued my interest the most. And I was really impressed that the season I am is the season I most adore. Barring the bit about carving wacky pumpkins (merely for fear of carving a finger or thumb from my body), it is very accurate. And I like wacky pumpkins, I'm just incredibly clumsy and not to be trusted with a sharp knife. I have scars to prove that, though many of them are faded beyond recognition.
Anyhow, I'm off for bed. I'm headed to Fredricton tomorrow with my Pat and would like to be alert for the trip. I needn't have another accident so soon. I needn't ever have another accident, God willing. Especially not with someone I care for deeply in the vehicle with me. I would never forgive myself if something happened to anybody that I love because of my own carelessness.
Thus, Bed. Cheerio Mates!
Vicky Ellen
" When I discover who I am, I'll be free." -Ralph Ellison (Gee, it's awfully nice to be free. HOORAY!)
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