Yeah. Uh huh. Thanks, Donna, you’re a dear, and I adore you (and your writing), but I don’t do tags. They’re chain letters. I sucked at chain letters as a kid, and I suck at memes now that I’m ostensibly all grown up. No one gives a rat’s patootie about my favorite drink (chocolate tarmoonies…um, choco martoonies…eh, choco martinis, and frothy margaritas), what I dreamed last night (Antonio Banderas sucking my toes), or what my fears are (sucking as a publisher and as a writer).
I’m not sure if there’s some meme netherworld where nonparticipants are tossed, but I hope there’s an impressive amount of fresh margaritas awaiting me.