Rowan likes to think she is sadly missed by all, but she is probably mistaken. Strangely, I actually had this exact thought recently - when I was away in Hungary. I dreamed that all my friends had got together in my absence and signed a petition to not be my friend anymore. I blame the sedatives (prescribed for dental treatment, I should add) for making me even more paranoid than usual.
Rowan likes to ride her bike, but the bike was still at the house. A euphemism for my life, if ever there was one.
Rowan likes to watch dog shows on TV with her uncle Ron. I don't have an uncle Ron, but If I did, I'm sure I would be happy to watch dog shows with him.
Rowan likes to have books read to her, contemplates mobiles, and hates hippies. Should read: Rowan likes to have books read to her, contemplates hippies and hates mobiles.
Rowan likes to wear scruffy clothes, pick cues off the wall (or curtain poles) and beat people with them. Yep.
Rowan likes to create things to meet needs. Doesn't everyone?
Rowan likes to encourage integrity and fairness in all dealings. That'll be the Libra in me.
Rowan likes to talk...a LOT. No comment.
Rowan likes to quietly put her hand over her food so that you don’t take it. That's what it's like living with the Cookie Monster.
Rowan likes to play. True.
Rowan likes to be able to make the puppets do whatever she likes. I do try, but they always resist.
Rowan likes to think of herself as a member of the nattering, chattering classes. That famous sub-set of society.
Rowan likes to get rides down the hall in the laundry basket. I'm actually going to try this when I get home. I wonder if I could harness the cats to pull me along in it?
Rowan Likes To Brag! Never! I'm far too modest!
Rowan likes to pretend she's a 'titty with a dick'. WTF??
Rowan likes to pretend. She often says she's not Rowan...she's Daddy. There seems to be a pattern emerging here, which would imply that I'm some kind of kinky freak. Purleeese.
Rowan likes to eat gerbils. False. Rowan is in fact a vegetarian.
Rowan likes to eat a pancake for breakfast every once in a while. I do love a pancake, especially with maple syrup and ice cream.
Rowan likes to climb and then balance on things precariously. This usually occurs quite late and night, and invariably ends in tears.
And that's it. That's all Rowan does, apparently. Well, it made me laugh.
Now the obligatory tagging bit. I only recently tagged a load of bloggy friends with a different meme, so I won't risk annoying them with another one so soon - but anyone who's reading this, do let me know if you decide to follow suit. Do it! Do it! Go on... it'll make you giggle!