Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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I keep my tiarra polished up. You never know when you'll need to wear it.
I thought of you today when Ray and I were walking around the block. There are dozens of Magnolia trees blooming like crazy in several of my neighbors' yards. I only stole one, though. LOL!
Happy Tuesday,
Princess Dragonfly
A tarnished tiara eh?
Now THATS a metaphor!
Now if I could only guess to what or WHOM your tiara might be reffering to.
Countess Serena.
Shoot, Princess Dragonfly, I'd have stolen a whole arm full. LOL. Hope you're having a wonderful Tuesday.:)
xox
How'd I get demoted to countess, GM? LOL. The tarnish is referring to my tiara, of course, which could use a good polishing. And we do all have one; just ask Marion.:)
I used to have a tiara but it now resides in the nether regions of the last person who wasn't nice to me. So if you see some guy with a swagger, it ain't from being saddle sore. LOL
Well, I'd say you put your tiara to very good use, Roxan. Some swaggerers just need, er, adjusting. It's a shame you didn't get it back, though.:)
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