tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552468.post3033978912722493455..comments2024-01-08T17:06:27.237-05:00Comments on Cheekyness: Running on earth, because space is out of the questionSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11862479925124552922noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552468.post-42199844423047495542007-04-26T22:14:00.000-04:002007-04-26T22:14:00.000-04:00I probably would never have realised this trait in...I probably would never have realised this trait in myself if I hadn't gone from aimland, to Scotland, then back to aimland. If those are the representative places for the extremes of toucy-feely-ness, then they ought to be! So the sharp contrast kind of hammered it home for me-- Scotland good; aimland not so much. In this respect, anyhow.Suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11862479925124552922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552468.post-76227934117591238832007-04-25T12:16:00.000-04:002007-04-25T12:16:00.000-04:00You're so funny; my sister's like that--not touchy...You're so funny; my sister's like that--not touchy-feely at all. Somehow I missed knowing this until we were both out of the house. But then I guess I didn't really know I *am* touchy-feely til around that time, too. Maybe I'm just homesick all the time. I don't know.Karhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com