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Lynn and her Preferences :-)

The list below is so I can be understood better by kith and kin :-)
The colour is Red
The kiss is French
The music is Jazz
The chocolate is Swiss
The day is cool and cloudy, no rain
The night sky is starry
The wine is red
The movie is full of drama, laced with comedy
The fiction author is witty
The auto/biographer is evidently genuine/ honest, no corny lines
The jewellery is gold
The hug is ‘full’, warm and tight
The belief is in an omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, omnificent God
The ice cream is chocolate
The coffee is dark and strong
The handshake is firm
The smile is wide
The dress is of a sunny colour, figure hugging
The hair is short and natural
The friend is open and honest
The personal income is six figured
The shoes are judged by ‘comfortability’ before anything else
The work-out involves swimming
The nails are short and clean
The best household appliance ever invented is a washing machine
The sport is tennis
The beer is Guiness
The suitor is tall and dark; perhaps kinda given to ‘hairy’ :-)



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  1. EelSeptember 19, 2011 at 6:03 PM

    :) eh mama. the white wine was a surprise. had you pegged for red, tihihi. nice!!

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2011 at 8:47 AM

    Many many likes!!!

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  3. matchandmixSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:34 PM

    A like, a lot.

    Concerning 21: I propose 21 b should read "the currency is Pound Sterling... and not our almost useless shillings.

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