Sunday, September 30, 2012

Apples....

When you have an apple, hold it by the stem and see how many times you can twist it before it falls off. It is a letter for each twist. The letter you end up with is the  first letter of the guy you are going to marry. It took me five twists. E... The first name that came to mind was Eric. Of course. We may as well be married according to more than one source. I don't think that is so, but whatever. It still made me laugh. 

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