OMGosh. Not only am I currently IN a Jane Austen novel...I think I most likely AM one!
I am usually the one trying to persuade others to go on a trip. I don't think I'm disagreeable--although I do like to stir things up by playing devils advocate from time to time.
I usually like playing cards (or board games), but again, I am not disagreeable. Some who have played with me, and have seen my competitive nature might not agree. However, they're wrong.
Someone I know has fallen ill--not dramatically so, but interestingly so.
I don't think the piano player hates me, but I know she's no longer my friend.
All of my dresses ARE nightgowns.
I once took a walk with a cad.
Everyone, girls and boys alike, tell me their secrets. But I don't despise them for it. Unless they tell me they are secretly rich, skinny, and beautiful blonde bombshells. But I still don't despise them. I just plot their next accident....
My Mother is neither dead nor ridiculous; however, I do have numerous females who treat me like a daughter. (Thanks Moms!)
My Father was in Finance in the Air Force--he made sure everyone got paid--so he was very popular. He was very good with numbers and was chagrined when I told him I no longer balance my checkbook. I do closely monitor my accounts online--much closer than I did when I actually wrote checks and balanced my checkbook.
I once fell off a cliff at a picnic--does it still count as something gone horribly wrong if I only sustained scratches and missed out on the rest of the afternoons activities?
I don't dance publicly. The resentment would be directed at me--actually, I think it would be ridicule.
Would the military commander with no morals be the same as a non-military leader or authority figure without character? Those seem to abound all around me.
I am the woman with the absurd hat. It was actually a gift. I'm not really a hat person--although I would like to be. If I didn't have to get all dressed up to be able to pull off the look.
My surviving garden and house plants, are astonished they are still alive so I guess my garden IS an astonishment--to my plants, my friends and neighbors, and especially the plants I apologize to when I bring them home. I tell them they were picked because they looked strong, and if they survive me and the winter, I'll pot them.
Three men in my life? I've got only two. Alas, neither Bandit nor Moggy are marriage material.
If a charming single man attempted to flirt with me it WOULD be terrible. Especially if he were also handsome, sexy, rich, and emotionally ready and able to sustain an adult relationship. In fact, it would be so terrible I'm not sure I could handle the terribleness of it....however, in the spirit of Jane Austen, I'm not going to take the easy way out and forgo the testing, so try me! ;~)