If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME. It can be anything you want--good or bad--BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
Think of it as an exercise in creativity. (Come on people, I had a rough Monday. Make me smile!)
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Oh Kelly,
I remember a few years ago when we were invited to the Chicago Wolves Holiday Party. This was the Holiday Party for the players and employees. We had so much fun and the food was great, but the open bar did us in. Our position right in front of the bar helped us meet all of the player as they came up for drinks. Then, you whispered he's a player and I thought you meant he's a playa. So I was like okay, Kel, I'll stay away from him then.
Your good friend, Krysia
Ok, so remember that time when you and I were novices in the Order of the Holy Mother? It wasn't like we really wanted to be nuns, but it was the only way we could actually get close to the books. Most women weren't allowed to read, or even see the books, but your father had taught us to read and we wrote with a fine hand so they chose us to transcribe documents. We were all busy trying to be quiet do a good job, but also waiting for a chance to get a look at the other books around the room at the same time. Then the new illuminator came in and it was this really amazing handsome man...Sir Fin, or something like that, and you got up really fast and knocked over the ink pot. Sir Fin ran right over to help you and he smiled real sweet. Good times. :-)
Don't tell me you've forgotten the time we went shoe shopping in New York and I tripped over the cameraman from Sex in the City while they were shooting a scene! I was so embarrassed, but you bought me an Orange Mocha Frappacino to cheer me up.
Hope this helps your rough Wednesday.
Remember when we were on the space station and that metoer came through and we got all radio active and stuff. Man, you really glowed! And then whenever we came back we set off all the sensors in the airport and drove the TSA people crazy. that was so much fun.
By the way, did that rash ever clear up?
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