So, it’s taken about 3 months, but I’ve finally been tagged for a meme. Tagged in fact, by Naomi. Yeah, thanks for that dude.

And to think I’d really liked you. Up till now. Bwahahaha!

Expect revenge, when you least expect it, is all I’m saying.

So, the meme goes like this:

* Write a six-word memoir. Okkkkkkkkkk……

* Post it to your blog including a visual illustration if you would like. Shit, you mean I have to like trawl the net for a picture, or open Photoshop? On a Sunday morning? Far out! (Far OUT? Wtf? I should totally be ‘turning on, tuning in and dropping out using phrases like that, man)

* Link to the person who tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogsphere. That’s you again Naomi! In case like you know, you’d forgotten or something…

* Tag 5 more blogs with links (or however many people you feel like annoying). I think nearly everyone has done it by now? And there’s no one left in the entire blogosphere to choose…..aahhh I know someone - someone awesome, too! *jig* *jig*

* Don’t forget to leave a comment in the tagged blogs with an invitation to play. Right, so trawl about after everyone stalking them until they do what I say. Nothing different to parenting teenage sons there…

So after much thought, my six word memoir is as follows:

Loving heart, slightly bruised, never broken.

As for who to tag… well I have chosen the lovely, determined, Fleat, my almost-but-not-quite-just-because-we-both-live-in-Sydney neighbour. She’s also an awesome cook, so you should check out the recipes she posts occasionally - yummo! AND she just went and saw Gordon Ramsey. In person. For real. For this, I hate her, because she didn’t take me.

So, go see her here. NOW!