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[draughanten]

As 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 memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Comments

[jedusor]

Picture this. I'm sitting on a couch doing something on the laptop. You're standing in the six-inch space between the back of the couch and the wall, watching whatever I'm doing and discussing Jesus and the Marquis de Sade with my mom. I decide I want to lean back, so I pull the cord.

The back of the chair squishes into your crotch, and you screech like a hyena and fall over sideways into the end table, knocking a speaker onto the floor and snapping a couple of its wires. But are you done? No. You careen into the middle of the room, crash into the coffee table, trip and bang yourself into the edge of the couch. There is thunderous applause from all witnesses.

Sound familiar?

[mamagotcha]

wow. i was coming here to describe the same scene!

actually, i remember the first night you came to dinner, and were very polite and tolerant of all the teasing and chaos in our home.

nice to seeya last night... don't be a stranger!