On the Twenty-Second Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...
Given the opportunity I would dance every night.
I love social dancing but don't much care for dancing onstage.
My mother always begged me not to dance in public.
Lord help you (and me) if there is a pole around and/or stairs with a bannister.
I receive a yearly Holiday Omen.
This year mine was given away...which means, I guess, that my Omen is to let go.
A friend abandoned his Omen. I rescued it...which means, I guess, that my Omen will be rescue.
The Omen was broken black magic...which means, I guess, my run of bad luck will be over.
I hang out with a group of guys from College.
They make me feel quite special and appreciated...and a little bit lady-like...no matter how inappropriately I behave.
We chose one another.
I am the proud owner of a vintage TaB bottle.
I am the proud owner of a vintage TaB glass.
I cherish them both.
I spent my early thirties playing fairy tale princesses.
I am the least likely candidate to portray a fairy tale princess.
I have inappropriate pix of me as every fairy tale princess I've played.
I keep typo-ing farty tale princess.
I love fantastic and appropriate typos.
Sometimes I sport the last hair clip my mother wore when she was hospitalized.
I am flexible...physically, emotionally, spiritually and cognitively.
I am pretty capable of seeing things your way.