Me, sunny? I don’t think so. Overcast with the threat of violent storms would be more accurate.
So imagine my surprise (sunny moment) on being nominated not just once, but twice, for a Sunshine Award. Break out the bunting, candy floss and carousel rides for authors, Shehanne Moore and Lindsay J Pryor, by way of thank you. (Shey, you can be the Fortune Teller cos you spin a fine tale and Lindsay, you can run the bar. Bloody Marys on the house for your vamps. Sorry, but I get to be in charge of the shooting gallery.)
So what’s a Sunshine Award? Tis a pretty e-flower. One, a fine blogger hands to another deemed to ‘positively and creatively inspire others in blogosphere’. In return, by way of acceptance speech, the recipient
1. Thanks the nominee(s)
2. Completes a Q&A session (see below)
3. Passes forward the baton to 10-12 fellow bloggers meriting recognition. So here goes:
Black and white (not strictly colours so I get two)
Anything that doesn’t bite, scratch, poison, eat, kick, swim, slither, carry the plague, run up vet bills, escape…and break your heart by up and dying on you. Not that I don't love animals, I truly do. Even opened my own zoo and have cages waiting for the following specimans whilst always on the hunt for more. (And yes, they do get to run around and enjoy their freedom...a lot.)
2 and because I like to double everything, 4. (2x2=4) I tap things 4 times for luck and only ever use cubical 2 or 4 when using a public loo. I'm not strange, just cautious.
Favourite Non-alcoholic Drink?
Handsdown Coke, ‘the real thing’, or Pimms (the cucumber, mint and fruit render it alcohol free and good for you. Trust me on this, been eating Pimms for years.
Facebook or Twitter?
Pinterest (I never could follow rules or colour inside the lines)
Apart from my Zoo, BANTER. Verbal or written, listening or participating, the more outrageous the better...Oh, and world peace :)
Giving or getting presents?
Giving, definitely giving. Receiving embarrasses me, although donations to Black's Zoo are always welcome.
Always today. (Not a fan of yesterdays, and who knows what the hell tomorrow will bring.)
Peonies for those rare moments of refinement and Anemonies for the down and dirty.
Hard Men the Hard Way