*pearoasts*
I will never forget the shy girl who was helping man a stall at the church Christmas fayre, when I was but a young slip of a Brownie Guide.

"I like your brother, I'm going to ask him out!" she whispered to me.

I was confused. The girl guide uniform betrayed that my brother was in fact, my sister with a severe pudding bowl haircut from mum. The poor girl guide fled and we were left to man the stall ourselves.
(Mrs Ballunatic counting calories, not votes., Fri 11 Dec 2009, 20:06, Reply)