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Meme'ries, Like the Corners of My Mind

I made a (silent) promise to myself not to clutter this particular blog with memes, or quizzes or the like.

But this one was so eerily on point, that I couldn't help but post it. So, it is with advance apologies that I post the "what your birthday means" quiz:

Your Birthdate: November 24

You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.
A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.
You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.
You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.

Your strength: Your devotion

Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness

Your power color: Lilac

Your power symbol: Heart

Your power month: June



If you know me, this is probably creeping you out, too. When asked to name my favorite color, purple is almost always the reply.

I married someone born in June.

And if I had to state one personal weakness in one sentence, there would be no other way to say it.

It's just creepy I tells ya.

I'm not sure if anyone else's is as accurate for them as mine is for me (but as I think I've mentioned previously on this blog...it's really not about you-it's about me).

And with that I return to my lunch of tunafish salad...in a lilac colored, heart-shaped bowl.

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