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Apr. 23rd, 2007

Gakked from my flist:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.  Do it. Do it. Do it.


"So what's this about relatives you don't know you have, Liv?" Aurelia prompted, tucking a fine strand of her pale hair into its pins as she firmly changed the subject.
"Well, it seems I have...no had...an Aunt Sophia, some distant cousin's of Father's," Livia said, flinging herself into a corner of the sofa. "Father's very hazy about the relationship...Lady Sophia was related to some half brother of his uncle's...something like that."

Oy. This is actually Mike's book--you know, the retired officer, the graduate of the academy...HE's the one who reads women's fiction in this house. And he loves period fiction...like, Jane Austin. And modern period romance. Go figure. This is why I always laugh, loud and long, when some fen get all insistent about "how military guys are". You know, they're not touchy-feely, they don't cry, they stand around and scratch their balls....stuff like that.

Uh-huh. Yeah. Right. Pull my other one.

ETA: Okay, upon further thought, I will admit that he does scratch his balls. But not standing up, usually sitting down, lazing all over his chair or the bed, nose in a book or watching tv. Or talking on the phone. I'm always threatening to tell the other person what he's doing.