Ganked from Ulitave.
Leave one memory of you and me together. It doesn't matter if I know you a little or a lot, anything you remember! Next, post this in your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you
(I didn’t participate in his because I don’t really know the man per se. I just enjoy his writing.)
Have a good weekend. Hope to see some of you at Kellipalooza 40.
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2 comments:
All of my favorite memories of you are those funny slice-of-life stories you tell. Like the time you woke up early on the weekend and happily sang along with Seal's Kiss From A Rose. At the high, passionate "babeeeeeeee!" one of your cats stopped eating, looked up at you and inquired, "Mroow?" Which you interpreted as "What is that terrible noise you're making, Daddy? Are you okay?"
To this day, Mike and I can't listen to this song without smiling. (And yes, we always say "Mroow?" at the appropriate moment.)
Georgina
Ah, thanks sweets. I fully believe that a storyteller has a license to exaggerate, but you know, I find that lots of times I really don't need to.
Don't know what the hell got into that cat. Well, aside from my lame-ass singing.
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