Under pressure to be noteworthy after all your kind remarks on my last post, I sat down to write this morning, only to be interrupted in six million different ways at the office. I am now on my way to Formerly Methodist Currently Hiptastic University to see #1 Son in “The Faculty Room,” not to stay in a hotel with free wireless as originally scheduled but rather to turn around and come back immediately after the show in an effort to get ahead of the predicted snowstorm.
Thus stressed, I offer for your amusement the following. Please regale me. Make it worth logging on again tomorrow morning. This has been seen in a number of places, but I played it last night with will smama and revmom/cheesehead, who are both very naughty girls, as I recall. If you should happen to remember my romantic weekend with Alan Rickman, I assure you my husband will not take it badly.
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 paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.