Who Am I?

It's a game Son4 and I like to play. He was being some child actor in a syndicated sitcom when we left the receding waters of the pool yesterday, and I still haven't figured out who he is. Maybe he'll let me slide until next summer, when we can float around again. It's a lot harder to think on land.

I found this little ditty on a blog I like to visit: What Font Are You? While I'm not one to often poke into little quizzes such as this, the type it was intrigued me, so I did the questionnaire. It was interesting. No need to name the font I am, but this part of the description made me laugh: While you make your presence known, your message is a bit fuzzy. You are not the easiest person to understand, and you're not one for details. For cryin' in a bucket, hurt me.

I did the Which Austen Heroine Are You test once too. I'm glad I didn't wind up being someone's ugly little dog or something.

Just thought I'd share.


The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. II Peter 3:9