Chirky

I am compelled to tell you that last weekend KT spent the night with me, and
while she was "sleeping" in my guest room she took it upon herself to post on
several sites under my Blogger account, since I hadn't taken the precaution to
sign out prior to her arrival. I have since learned my lesson.

I have read several comments that "I" posted both in the 2:00am hour on Saturday
and also that morning around 10:30 am, and they made me LAUGH OUT LOUD.

However, I think it is obvious that I didn't write these, because I would never
put the comma between "grew" and "up" or misspell the word "tattoo."

Thanks, KT, for the good laugh:

"Where i grew, up the local garage sale was the best thing we had to a country
fair. The entire town would come out and we would deep fry twinkies and then
some of the dads would take all us kids around the block in the back of their
El Camino (that was our roller coaster type ride). We would all bring out lawn
chairs and just sit around and talk and then at the end of the day the family
would give away all thier left over junk and we kids liked to think it was
prizes from the fair."

"I have a tatoo of a big ship on my back. I got it when I was in the merchant
marines right out of high school. After a while I just passed out and they
kept on going. I'll post pictures of it on my blog soon."

"Ben you are so fiesty. Is that a normal personality trait or are you SUPER
FEISTY on Fridays? Is it FEISTY FRIDAY up there in Canada? Eh?"