1. As a comment on my blog, leave a memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember. If we're only blogging friends write about a post that is most memorable.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll be sure to write one about you....either on your blog, in my comment box, or I will email you one back.
3. If the memory happens to involve my husband, please include him.
4. If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all.
My sister had this on her blog, and I thought it might be fun.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll be sure to write one about you....either on your blog, in my comment box, or I will email you one back.
3. If the memory happens to involve my husband, please include him.
4. If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all.
My sister had this on her blog, and I thought it might be fun.
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Or there's our amazing gospel principals class, or the meetings with the bishop, or the block parties...I could go on and on...
Oh, and don't forget our amazing garage sale!
I also remember taking that institute class together while you were in college and I was working at the Buglab. Speaking of the Buglab, remember when you would come in and visit and Chris and Joe would give you and me such a hard time? It seems like the wazzy kwunch was always brought up and ended with, "But Meghan...you haven't had any lllunch" - I can hear Chris saying it now (I am not sure if you remember this but I had to work with him for hours on end and the conversation was frequently replayed for everyone within earshot).
And remember the river trip down Cataract with your friends and we didn't bring any tents because it was August and we had this huge rainstorm so we crawled under the kitchen table and pulled the tarp over the table to stay dry while we ate dutch oven cobbler? Those were fun memories!