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Sheesh...I'm It

No, I'm not being immodest. My Blog Buddy Amy Oops tagged me this morning. Those folks over at Humor Bloggers Dot Com are a funny bunch. Here's the premise:


“Your ship has sunk. You have, of course, been stranded on a deserted island. You have salvaged a copy of the King James Version of the Bible and a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare. Nothing else.

“The very next day you find one of those Arabian Lamps in the sand. Of course, you rub it and, of course, a rather grumpy Genie appears.

“‘Let’s get this straight - there is a recession going on. There are restrictions on the three wishes now. I don’t do water or air transport now so no boats, planes or magic carpets. As for electronics, forget it. There isn’t the infrastructure on this island.

“‘I can let you have one book and I mean one VOLUME, one essential item and one luxury item. Now hurry up and make your choices, I have to get to those five other islands you are going to nominate.’”


Amy's choices were:
1.The twilight series
(hey one volume!)
2. A house with a farm
(hmm, okay)
3. My hunky hubby. yeah he has to suffer with me.
(hmm, luxury item, not sure)


Me?

I'm gonna miss my music collection, big screen TV and computer, that's for certain.

Book - Cormac McCarthy's The Road because it's an inspiring story of survival
Essential Item - My wife; yeah, I love her that much to make her suffer with me for eternity
Luxury Item - Life's supply of Bacon and Beer; mmmm, what a way to go!


Five other "islands"?
Nanny Goats in Panties
This Ain't No Effin' Mom Blog
Stuff and Nonsense
Debbie Does Drivel
and
Retro Yakking

Comments

Deb said…
Whoa! I'm "IT"? You mean like Cousin It? The It Girl? It's Alive!! OK. I'll play because I am running out of blogging ideas, the whole world is apparently on vacation this week because not many people are stopping by. Plus, what the hell else will I do on a Friday night?

Thanks NND!

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