Lisa and Cricket both asked their readers to concoct fictional memories. It's great fun to indulge in a paragraph or three of creative writing.
So make up a memory of something you and I experienced, write it up in the comments zone, and delight me (and yourself) with your imagination...
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Remember that time we put up a stand on the corner and we were going to make lemons into lemonade to sell, but then you freaked out that we were going to crush your citrus cousins, so you decided we would sell something else on that busy street corner? I think we'd have made more selling lemonade instead, thanks to that orange pulp problem you have.
You can't forget about the time we were going on a double ski date, never having skiied before, and you were trying to make out with your date on the way up on the lift (gross! we were sitting right next to you!!) and you lost your ski. My date and I were cracking up, mostly from relief that you had quit making out with that guy (his mullet was so sexy sticking out the back of his ski hat!). I decided to ride the lift back down with you and on the way down we were pelted with snowballs by all the skiiers because apparently that's the custom? To this day I've never seen anyone throw a snowball at someone riding the lift down. What the hell?
This deserves more than a paragraph or two, particularly given our history together.
Can you believe we saw Bush the other day? And you flipped him off. Way to go sister.
Remember that time we went to IHOP and I was gone for twenty minutes? And later revealed that it was a shit-incident gone horribly awry? I lied. Actually, the IHOP bathroom is a gateway to Narnia. I was there for a year, though it was only twenty minutes is this world. Aslan wanted me to tell you that it will be forever winter, without Christmas, unless you return to your rightful place as High Queen of Narnia. So be careful the next time you're taking a leak at the IHOP.
Oh...Aslan also said you have amazing tits. He sees your blog, you know. Aslan sees everything.
I was just thinking about that party after the crosstown rugby scrimmage! Where both of us secretly wanted to be rugby queen but neither of us got picked, so we beat all the guys in a chugging contest and made the evening hell for a male freshman scrum wing from my school. He should have known better than to try that trick with the papaya. We sure showed him...damn.
I'll never forget that sunny day in California when we first met. I was on a business trip to the west coast and decided to take a short daily sojourn to a local grove, so I could soak in the day and enjoy some of the fabled SoCal weather. I turned to take my camera out of my backpack and accidentally bumped into your tree. It was an awkward meeting of sorts, but it built a long, delicious friendship that I'll always relish.
Also, I apologize about what happened to your cousin, but I had skipped breakfast that day, and I didn't know fruit could feel pain.
Are you sure I should be revealing the secret meetings of the Citro-Americans like this?
Orange Mike, just remember your promise of discretion where the tangelos are concerned.
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