Taggations.

I was tagged by Hfm

SCATTERGORIES
1. What is your name: Michelle
2. A 4 Letter word: meri
3. A Boys Name: Mike
4. A Girls Name: Maria
5. An Occupation: Maid
6. A Color: Maroon
7. Something you wear: Mask
8. A Beverage: Martini
9. A Food: Mayonnaise
10. Something found in the bathroom: mat
11. A place: Madagascar
12. A Reason for being late: Mating =P
13. Something you shout: MOTHER

I'd keep the spirit alive, but all those i would tag, are already tagged.

Comments

Anonymous said…
lol... never shout upon calling ur mom ... very bad :P
Sunday, December 14, 2008 11:32:00 AM
Eminu said…
:P
I dont scream mother, but i cudnt come up with anything else.
:)
Sunday, December 14, 2008 1:22:00 PM
Anonymous said…
I scream Muuuuuuuuuum!
But it's out of love and that I NEED her.
Thanks for doing this.
:]
Monday, December 29, 2008 3:58:00 AM
Eminu said…
Hfm, actually Thank You for tagging me. I know I am really bad at it. I need my mum too, but i scream mother, in a very funny way. She doesn't listen otherwise. =)
Monday, December 29, 2008 6:25:00 PM
Lucid Darkness said…
Whahaha. I used to shout at my mum a lot too. Still do when we fight. :P

Thanks for stopping by my blog! :)
Monday, December 29, 2008 7:39:00 PM
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