Realistically idealistic daydreamer, seasoned procrastinator, atheist and monarchist with a secret agenda and a slight inclination towards voodoo practices.
OK I've kept a few people waiting (wink at Kaza) .. but finally I got round to doing it!
Here are my feet all dressed up:
And here in the foot equivalent of a bikini!
Part 2.
I was tagged by Rumbling NRI with the following (rather weird) tag:
Choose 6 bloggers who I would invite for Dinner, and explain why them?
Let me tell you why I find this tag weird, and not the first one. First of all, blogging is all about anonymity of sorts. If I needed more real life friends.. well, I'd go out make some. I would rather my online friends remained that: online friends. I have a mental picture of what they are, I like this picture, and I want to keep it this way. Of course there are exceptions, and I've met plenty great people through the net, but this is beside the point. What I try to explain here is that it takes time for an online friendship to develop and evolve into real life friendship. And I just don't see it happening this way! Why dinner?? I don't cook! Why invite people I've never even seen to my house for dinner?
I guess I could rephrase the tag and choose 6 bloggers I would like to meet... but if I meet 6, I will have to meet the rest of them because it's just not fair. How can I meet Kaza but not Warda, for instance? Or meet McA but not Gigi? Entity but not Maha? Nami but not Violet? Can I choose between CD and Jan6a? Just can't see it happening! It's all or nothing, baby. Got to decline the tag, sorry! :^)
Ha, Violet, you mean you weren't sure until I posted the pics of my hands and feet? And by the way, if you are very curious, there are places on my blog where you can see the WHOLE Cat! You have to search around a little though!
Ha, Kaza, short memory.... The restaurant had bills.. The public toilet elsewhere had no paper! "Elsewhere" was really nice amusement park with a water train ride. I'll NEVER forget the water train ride!! And I'll NEVER forget the stinky toilet in the same amusement park, where I tearfully waved my pretty restaurant bill goodbye... So of course I will come to Oman, but I will pack a roll of toilet paper with me! :^)
HAHAHA! You just don't want the people you DON'T pick to be mad... scaredy-CAT!