Ruthmarie Hicks tagged me for this MeMe earlier this week...I'm a little late to respond since I've been on the sofa recovering from a yucky encounter with a stomach bug.
Anyway, this is my first MeMe. In fact, I had to look up how people respond to these things. My first question was, What the Heck is a MeMe?
So, I patrolled Active Rain and it occurred to me that these MeMes remind me of something...
Are they the new chain e-mail (Pass this on to ten people and you'll win $1,000,000 kinda thing) without the e-mail or the money.
Or, are they the blogging version of the invitation to a Pampered Chef party (oh, God was I glad when all my newly married friends stopped having these things - I can fit only so many dip mixes in my pantry)
Or, maybe they stopped inviting me? Could it be my poor attitude? Hardly...I'm the perfect Pampered Chef/Tupperware/Partylite guest. Just look in my cupboards.
So, here is the answer to my first MeMe...
The instructions were:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Turn to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence and post the text of the next two to five sentences.
4. Don't dig for the favorite or coolest or most intellectual book.
5. Pass it on to five more people.
Ruthmarie was right...I am reading a dog book. Really it's about a boy and his dog. I just started it, a gift from my mother in-law for my birthday.
From The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski,
When he finished he found his mother in the whelping room. She was holding a pup in the air in front of her, examining it and singing under her breath how she was crazy for tryin', crazy for cryin', crazy for loving it.
The truck was still gone when he got off the school bus that afternoon. His mother enlisted his help retrieving sheets from the clothesline.
"Don't they smell great?" she said.
I'm tagging some pet-friendly Realtors for this one, just because.
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