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I had the good surprise today to see that I was "tagged" by Celine .

I know his blog that deals with issues that I feel very much at heart: porting and lactation.

Being tagged is what? (Sic) A kind of chain between blogs, nice because it allows discover interesting blogs and agree with your ideas, rejoicing because it means that your blog is well read and that people re control!
How does it work?

* Put a link to the person who tagged you
* Turn on your blog
Regulation * Refer 6 things, habits, tics not significant for yourselves
* Tagging 6 people at the end of your tickets through their links
* Go directly to their blog warn people tagged

So here, 6 unimportant things about me:

- I often say "Will I write an article on it."
course the hundreds of articles to become never see the day.
- I look at my Amazon list daily on the internet, I am an internet-addict.
- I like it when everything is tidy. I hate waste.
- I'm not wearing my glasses (which I really need it) by choice, because I like being in limbo. No, I'm not particularly awkward, I'm nearsighted! Sometimes I feel myself as this character in Woody Allen's Deconstructing Harry, still unclear.
- I can not listen to the Pixies in the car without screaming too had with x.
- I can not kill mosquitoes and other undesirable: no more bowl is always me who ends up covered buttons. But when they look at me with their little eyes, I can not!

not easy to select 6 unimportant things ... And not easy to choose 6 blogs to tag my turn:

Charlotte Tartauxfraises of representation, which would expand a little interest in all that!
I warn you that Charlotte says stuff like "sodomite of dipteran", so that his blog would probably not pass the barrier of parental control.
Imagine: one who made a speech for my wedding ... (Speech which I am still awaiting the transcript for that matter).
In addition, without wishing to informers in any way, this is the kind to dream in pinup while spending the weekend dressed in a flannel pajamas ... That is, the pig is not a contradiction.


Uh ... I try others, I am back!