Pick a pickled pepper? Posy of flowers? Piece of digging apparatus?
Nose? Name? Clothes?
The choices are endless, but when it comes to picking someone, well, Maggie chose me as I wrote in Fandango’s challenge here
I must admit, my choice of partners before Hubby have been somewhat dire, and no doubt caused my parents enormous cause for concern.
What makes us pick our partner though?
This time around it wasn’t planned, I answered his ad, we met, became friends, and the rest is history.