You see, in my world, people talk about bloggy things all the time and I nod enthusiastically and smile appreciatively and have no idea what they're talking about. This happens fairly regularly. Thus when, for the first time EVER, I've been "tagged" for something, I feel certain that I'm going to botch it up. Here's what it says to do:
"Go into your photo archive, pick the 4th folder in the archive, select the 4th picture in the folder, and write about it."
First issue: I don't even know what a photo archive is. I know what a photo is. I know what an archive is. I'm gonna guess that a photo archive is the folder that says "Pictures" on my computer. If it's not then you should stop reading now, because you're going to be very disappointed in me.
Second issue: Assuming I guessed right on the photo archive thing, then there are no folders IN my picture folder. None. How can I pick the fourth when there are zero? It's a bit like trying to pick the fourth smartest woman on The Bachelor.
So yes. No idea if it was the right plan or not, but I just picked the fourth photo. I will understand if this blog entry explodes right this minutey-minute and someone knocks on my door and punches me in the face.
It's not the easiest picture in the world to explain, I'm afraid. The animal is a penguin. That's easy enough.
It was a gift. From a boy (a good one.) He and I are inexplicably obsessed with adopting a penguin together. Thus he sent me a penguin. Toy, of course. Practice just in case we ever managed to get a real penguin.
Which is why both of us were so shocked when the toy penguin began writing letters and trying to convince us to buy him a slip-and-slide. His allergy to krill was also a surprise, but a pleasant one in that they do not seem to sell it at Sam's Club and I wasn't sure where to try next.
So yes. That's the picture. Not the fourth one in the fourth folder. But a picture, nevertheless. I do hope I have fulfilled my duty, Greenmantle.
Now I'm off to penguin-proof my apartment.
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