Tag Anyone?

Blame it on Diane!  Really, it's all her fault.  I was minding my own business just cooking blind one day and poof, there she was with this game of Tag.  I tried to pretend I didn't get the message but there was simply no denying it. 

I wondered if something sinister might happen if I didn't play along.  You know, like with those chain letters saying to just add glitter and stir within the next 15 minutes or the chain will be broken and things will go to hell faster than you can say Green-Eyed Momster.  I'm afraid not to play along so please humor me.  I promise this is cheaper than therapy and no one will get hurt.

I'm supposed to write an entertaining story to make you laugh, cry, holler, Etcetera, Etc., but frankly that might take me 365 days and well, Blah, blah, blah, blog, time's short.  I've got a bus to catch before the crazy lady on road 80 drops by to discuss her countless chocolate covered daydreams.  She might be the coolest mom on the block but frankly, I don't give a Rat Sass today.  I really need to pick up some yooper yarns before Jane at the Garden Gate closes at 5pm.

You see, when Gran speaks, I listen, and since her queen size funny bone is acting up, I need to take care of the "to do" list she gave before the the sun sets and all the nanny goats in panties are scooped up never to be seen again.

Goats, you say?  Yes, goats.  Your mom knows but won't tell you the reason my Gramma 2 many is so desperate to get her hands on those goats, but I will.  It's simple really.  Gran doesn't give a rootietoot about the goats, it's the panties made of yooper yarns that she wants.  Yes, the panties!

Rumor has it, the panties are part of Annie's Travel Treasures, not the Rockefeller's treasures or any of their relatives, and that is what makes them extremely valuable!  Apparently, when wearing the special panties, people feel ticklish from a distance and are apt to tell you the secret that's in the sauce!  And that's a very big deal, especially if you are lost and found in India.

You see, Gran's going to India soon and even though Diet Coke rocks, you can't get any in India if you don't know the secret is in the sauce-- And it's not curry baby.  That's why I need to catch the bus because Gran won't stop screaming while I'm driving, especially if I'm under the influence of Diet Coke!

Oh jeez, now there's a car coming up the driveway.  All this suburb sanity is starting to get to me.  It's nearly noon and I've been at work, at play, at home all day and not gotten to Gran's "to-do" list yet.  I may be loving Annie but I'm sneaking out the back door.  Please don't tell her.  I'll swing by Lulu's Sandbar for a quick bite of seasonality, run to Beetle's for some goat food and then stop at Lilly's Life for my daily dose of TLC before I gather up a couple of goats in panties for Granny.

Don't take it personally if I missed your blog in this jumbled mess.  LindanJake might be mad they weren't included but I know Lucky 13 and counting will be relieved she doesn't have this game of Tag to play with her house full of kids.  As for the rest of you, I know, I know, you'll play this game of Tag when pigs fly.

This is a new way of tagging people. It's a short story, and if you want to join be my guest. If you can find a reference that relates to you, consider yourself tagged-- or not.  You don't have to link to anyone, or go to anyone else's page. But you have to come up with an entertaining story including tags of your friends.  Like I said, blame it on Diane-- but for me, it was fun trying to use as many blog names that I could.  Thanks to Diane at Cooking Blind for the idea. 

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