Friday, January 13, 2006

A Meme Lifted Verbatim from Dear Melanie

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.


At 3:07 PM, Anonymous Snickle said...

I remeber the first time I met Kim. It was a midsummer afternoon, the breeze was just over the edge of warm in Central Booking. I looked up as she slapped the officer for getting ink on her "throwing finger" - those police men just didn't understand fiber artists.

At 3:53 PM, Blogger Jade said...

Who, Kim, oh yeah I remember her. Ya know, we got along famously till I found out she was the stripper at my fiance's bachelor party!!!

At 9:37 PM, Blogger KSD said...

Wait. Did the incident in the second comment lead to the incident in the first?

At 11:16 PM, Anonymous Rox said...

Hey I remember back before you changed your name and everyone called you Thelma. You remember - we rented that convertible and drove across Texas for the hell of it? We picked up that hitchhiker that looked just like Brad Pitt (before he became an ass). Then you got in the fight with that trucker, put a hurt on him and we outran the cops on our way to Mexico?

I remember something about a cliff I think too. ;)

Those were the days.

Signed, Louise

At 2:33 PM, Blogger teabird17 said...

If it weren't for Kim, I would not be a lace knitter today. "It's all holes and webby things!" I cried, holding up my latest attempt at a feather-and fan. Kim made soothing noises, said "wait here," and fetched me another cup of tea from the barista. Then she indoctrinated me into the true path to "K2tog. It was a moment of enlightenment, a Tao moment. I'll never forget.

At 12:11 PM, Blogger Snooze said...

Remember when we were so young and used to collect strange and unusual things which made sense to no one else, but we knew how important they might be one day? I collected acorns and chestnuts, which my mother pitched a fit about eventually because they began to grow something greenish on them. You had a passion for collecting bottle caps, the pry-off kind (we predate screw-off tops. Sad.)

You were having a sleepover and we were all helping to carefully sort your collection by color/type/condition. But we made the mistake of leaving it on the rumpus room floor. And you dad went down for a smoke late at night (your mom never *did* find out, did she? I think she was smoking out the bathroom window and I *know* your dad never caught on.) Any way, that was the end of your collection because he stepped on so many of them that his yelling woke your mom up and she had to take him to the ER and our parents had to come get us at 11:30 at night.

What an exciting time!


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