Yesterday The Spouse and I went to Tel Aviv, and one kiosk owner (whose lemons we looked at but rejected, because they weren't lemons, they were lemons, as in the lemon laws) started to yell at us, accusing us of killig Sharon. Watch out--my mighty dpns of death may target your favorite world leader next!
And speaking of thing sthat never happened, got this meme from JanJan, who's absolutely the best person to have with you if you plan to rob an archeological site.
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.
And while you're thinking that over, check out Jen-La's Second Annual Knit Blog Awards. Thanks, ladies (and I use that term loosely. It's such an honor, I'll name myself after your cat. Oh, wait--did that already...
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I can only say that the day we met, while digging waterholes for wildebeest in Tanzania, is one I won't forget soon. I'll remember to never swim in still water again as the giardia parasite left me sick for weeks.
All is forgiven.
Ok... um... color me confused but. Er. Why would some guy selling lemony lemons be yelling at y'all about killing Sharon? Because that's just STUPID. Yes, this would be me, not understanding. This'd also be me being VERY TARDY with your package which I still have to mail out (I suck at going to the post awful) along with all our holiday thank yous and a couple of, er, Chanukah gifts. Which at this point I might as well relabel for Greek Easter or something.
Archaeological site? You must mean my laundry room. Actually I am still ticked off at you for stealing my prixe winning "Scallops Imperiale" recipe and selling it on Ebay! Biyatch! "Tested in your
home kitchen"........Yah, right!
Huh?
My students didn't even mention Sharon yesterday.
And have I told you how many hats I've crocheted?
Yo Moze! Where ah ya?
Remember the time we drove through the Winchell's Donut drive through naked? It was after the trip to the bumper boats. Boy, did we get soaked! I'll never forget it.
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