After mouthfuls of admitted charm and a string of flattering superlatives I hear,
"YOU are the package."
Did anyone see a big brown truck full of brown paper boxes drive up?
"Yes, you're the package."
**imagine steam pouring out between ears wafting slowly through brunette hair**
"I am no one's package."
Sensing impending flying cream pitchers he said,
"You're absolutely right, my dear. You're the total package."
"I am not a package. I am not a total package. I am not nor ever will be anyone's package."
Really, my Bloggy People? Really?
"How would you like it if someone called you a package?"
(Scratch that. I already know the answer to that one.)
"Some packages are empty you know...the only thing holding them together are pretty ribbons and bows. Inside? Nada. Nope. I don't want to be a package."
"But I'm just trying to pay you a compliment."
"By calling me a package."
"As in 'tied up with strings'....?"
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