Monday, April 23, 2007
I'm Back
I won't bother with the lame excuses about my absense from the family blog but I will say I am not surprised at all the great things that have gone on, trips to China, Aruba, Planet Earth, entirely to much for me to comment on. I do however want to clear up the mushroom story. I remember quite plainly our freind, Ricki, and the entrance to his basement where you could view (in my mind, and apparantly Steve's also) the worlds largest mushroom it was huge easily 2 feet in diamiter at the crown. They even had a special light you could turn on to show it off to people. Steve if you can remember that surely you remember our sinister plott against our other neighbor there, Alison. Or the time you lost your new boots in the mud at the nearby construction site we were forbidden to be at. Or how about spilling that agllon of pink paint in Dads brand new car. I could go on but if the mushroom was in doubt the rest is over the top.
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I think I can summarize my entire set of memories of Fairfax. I remember the plot to steal Alison's clothes, but I think that is only because I have heard you tell the story. I seem to have been confused on the vintage of the giant mushroom encounter. My other memories include: burning up our bedroom using the bare lightbulb under the card table house; our neighbor Henry, whose response to "Whatcha doin' Henry?" was always, "Baking a cake."; Dad running the mower over a snake; Dad smashing a bat on the gray formica-topped table when it flew out of the fireplace; pet ducklings. Oh, and smashing my hand through the glass door when I couldn't get it open!
I must have been laying around in my bassenette looking adorable while you guys were trashing the place.
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