tagging?

Have you ever met someone that immediately had a profound impact on your life? Your world was suddenly changed simply because you knew them? Yes, that is what it was like for me the day I met Karen Gross Rector. 

Karen, who doesn't have a lazy eye, but can perform a body roll on command, has recently "tagged" me over the internetS. How do you break someone's heart and tell them that participating in a "tagging" event via weblogs is just not your idea of a good time? I'm not sure, I'm not sure anyone really is, but here it goes: KareBear, I cannot participate in your game of "tag." I'm terribly sorry. 

But, to restore the friendship and heal the wounds I have undoubtedly just created, I'll participate 2% in homage to your Aggie-loving ways.

8 things I did yesterday: You'll have to settle for one thing.

1. Hung out with lil' hoodrat, Harper Pardue, without parental supervision

8 shows I watch: You'll have to settle for three.
1. Designing Women
2. 30 Rock

3. So You Think You Can Dance

There you have it.

I tag no one.