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Just One Word

I picked this up at Dive's (Small Glass Planet) who picked it up from someone else. You are allowed only one word, which will be very difficult as I like to explain myself. I'll do my best, but I will be mumbling further explanation to myself as I go.

1. Yourself: wandering
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse: working
3. Your hair: disappearing
4. Your mother/stepmother: weathered
5. Your dog: nonexistent
6. Your favorite item: horn
7. Your dream last night: disturbing
8. Your favorite drink: chardonnay
9. Your dream car: Cruiser
10. The room you are in: spacious
12. Your fear: spiders
13. What you want to be in 10 years: published
14. Who you hung out with last night: daughter
15. What you're not: trendy
16. Muffin: carbs
17: One of your wish list items: shoes
18: Time: escaping
19. The last thing you did: coffee
20. What you are wearing: JJill
21. Your favorite weather: sunny
22. Your favorite book: dog-eared
23. The last thing you ate: chocolate
24. Your life: evolving
25. Your mood: hopeful
26. Your best friend/s: doting
27. What are you thinking about right now? Florida
28. Your car: trading
29. What are you doing at the moment?: working
30. Your summer: childless
31. Your relationship status: married
32. What is on your TV?: Nothing
33. What is the weather like?: Sunnyish
34. When is the last time you laughed?: Yesterday

Your turn.

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
Excellent list.

I don't think your hair is going anywhere. At least not in the pictures you've posted.
12:08 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
No i must say the same your hair is a noticeable thing about you that it is so full and glossy looking!

I do like these memes; we learn quite a bit about each other don't we. When's your wondrous school trip Robyn? Is it near now? I'm not scaremongering, just curious.
1:28 PM
Scout said…
Sassy and Lynne, my hair looks full in the few photos I've posted, but I swear I can see it falling out before my very eyes.

The school trip begins this coming Friday, just a few days from now. I am just about ready.
1:38 PM
Gina said…
That was a good one, Robyn.
3:08 PM
dive said…
I loved "Muffin: Carbs"
3:26 PM
Vic said…
Dive's right. Muffin: Carbs is a great answer!

"Your Life: Evolving" is brilliant. You're so right.
9:09 PM
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