- She shared her toys with me.
- She and I wore matching outfits at each Christmas service, thanks to Grandma V.
- She helped me build innumerable forts in the living room, with space for all of our animals (which was no easy task).
- She wore stretchy pants with me during the 80's, and taught me how to tie a knot in the bottom of my oversized t-shirt, a la Saved By The Bell.
- She traded candy with me at Easter and Halloween, so that she could have all the Sugar Daddies.
- As a child she took my punishment 99.9% of the time (I don't know that I've ever adequately thanked you).
- She chased me into a cedar tree, then threw acorns at me during the Harvest Party of 1996, accompanied by dozens of our classmates (I do still hate you a little for that).
- She shared her high school experience with an annoying younger tag-along.
- She shared her college experience with an annoying younger tag-along.
- She taught me how to study harder, work more diligently, and be more faithful to my friends (I think that I, in turn, taught her how to neglect her work and stay up late making cookies).
- To this day, she is a refuge and confidant for those who are struggling or in pain; quick to listen and slow to speak.
- She is a breathtaking example of service and dedication to work or peers.
- She is strong, but humble.
- She manages to out-do, out-give, out-think, out-laugh and out-smile anyone I know.
I looked up to see C pull off of the highway. He explained that he needed to stop and take a leak.
I can't remember the last time that C asked to use a bathroom. He never has to, because I need to pee the same way a mom of eight needs a moment of silence. One learns that you must take every available opportunity, because who knows when you will find yourself stuck on the George Washington Bridge in a van full of children with nary a public bathroom in sight. I once relieved myself in the JFK short-term parking lot, and ever since then I refuse to miss a potty stop (or wooded area).
So, I repeat, this is monumental. And I literally cannot remember the last time this happened. Probably, it never did.
Downrivah: If you aren't headed to Canada, you're going this way.
When you come up for a visit, it will help if you study these terms before you leave home. Also, practice employing them in daily conversation.
I've had enough of the beaverish coffee up heya' - it's rotted my teeth so bad that I'm running out of coppah wiyah.
Or: I'm going to need to take the sled out to have a look at that broken down feller buncher on the trail.
C just informed me that proper coppah wiyah use is as following:
1. Climb tree.
2. Tie coppah wiyah to tooth.
3. Tie coppah wiyah to tree.
Also, this is apparently called "jumping a tooth". I can't imagine why.
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