I got this from Ann's blog!
1. Leave a comment of a memory of ME!
2. Put these instructions on your blog so I can visit you and leave a memory I have of you.
Ok, the instructions may be short but my computer is acting weird so I can't copy and past and I didn't feel like typing it manually.
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I usually don't leave comments, but this was too good to pass up. Remember when we were too old to be playing with Barbies but we decided to anyways and then we played with Princess of Power and Care Bears and I think my mom or brother walked in the room and we hurried to try to cover it all up like we hadn't been playing with them? Good times. Oh, and I don't have a blog so you can't leave any incriminating stories on my webpage. Bwah, ha ha.
I know we talk about this all the time... you won't ever let me forget it... but remember when I tried to give you a hair cut and I cut your shirt? Or when I tried to blow dry your hair and it got caught in the back? :-) Good thing I didn't go into cosmetology.
Actually, my best memory of you, you won't remember. It's when Dad told Kev, Ken, and I that you were born. Yes! I finally had a sister!
Remember that time we talked about pioneers. Now that was funny.
Ha ha - I can't think of "Robyn" and "Memories" without remembering when we played surgery in your family's camper and you took a picture of my belly button. Then Kenny got us in trouble and I was so embarrassed that your dad would have a picture of my belly button on his camera. (We were how old? Like 5 and 7?)
Oh, so many memories, and so little room to write them all! Hmm, I might have to leave a few.
Remember when Dad chased us down the hall with a kitchen chair and we defended ourselves valiantly with utensils? Hee, hee.
Remember when we took an unexpected detour to Park City? I'm glad we're still friends.
Remember when I accidentally shattered a light globe on you? Sorry about that.
Remember how at the end of the day, despite our disagreements, we really did always love each other and made sure we both knew it by sliding little notes of apology under our bedroom doors? Well, I still love ya and I'm glad for all the memories that we've created together. Even if you're getting married and leaving singlehood, I'll still always be proud when Mom and Dad call us "the girls".
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