Somewhere, I bet, in your home, garage or basement…is a box. A box of things from your past, collecting dust, until such time you move where it will then be relocated to a different spot from which to be ignored. While packing to move a few months ago I came across my box, and since I would never pass up a chance to procrastinate, I decided to peruse through it. I found some pretty cool things in there….the Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy dolls my grandmother knitted me, my first teddy bear (completely hairless with a single eye looking like it had been through an apocalypse), my collection of Archie comic books (note: check eBay to see if I’m rich). But mostly in that box, was writing. Hundreds of notes, letters, diary entries….apparently I didn’t start blogging last year, I started when I was like six. So thanks, mom, for saving everything I ever wrote, cause I was really stuck on what to do for my next blog post.
Hey little brother…I’m still waiting for an apology.
Mom, you’re always harping on me for having laundry everywhere…well, look who was backed up on laundry in 1979! So much so that your kid had a write you a letter about it.
Wow…I totally forgot about my ESP. Yes, there was actually about a three year period of my childhood when I fully believed I was the original Long Island Medium. This is only funny if you know that I actually lived on Long Island.
Geez…don’t remember being such a Negative Nellie.
Ok, that takes Negative Nellie to a whole new level. I sure hope Rachel, Pam S. and Mrs. Wade don’t read my blog. Yikes!