On the Twenty-Second Day of Christ*&^%$

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.