A Real Date for Ricky

I had a real date tonight.

One with dinner and conversation and laughter and smiles and knowing glances.

With hand holding and a kiss or two here and there.

With plans to meet again Thursday or Friday when it was all done.

And with the most adorable comment from him, as he left my arms after the last long hug at the end of the evening…

“Reserve that spot for me.”

No problem whatsoever. The card is already in place.

Attack of the Killer Meme!

These Memes are going around faster than Malaria in Laura Ingalls Wilder days. I swear.

So I’ve been tagged. Thank you Scot-A-Rama…. or is that Scoot O- RomaScott-Aroma? Anyway. Thanks a lot.

The name of the game is TWENTY QUESTIONS.

You ask me the questions. In the comments. You know, the little things you’re supposed to type after reading my posts but you sometimes forget to, hence why I never have many comments.

Just click “Rckts Red Glare”

or if one person has already commented, “Rckt in my Pckt”

or if many people have commented, “Blasting Off!”

After I am satisfied that enough people have asked questions, I will answer 20 of them. And I will give you credit for your questions, since you thought so long and hard about them. I’m giving that way.

And then, when you least expect it, you might just get tagged back.

It’s the christian thing to do, after all.