Congregation, please be seated.
Posted on: Saturday 09/08/2012 08:24:53
Our beloved den mother has once again left me in charge.
It isn't a task to be taken lightly, but I suppose that you lot are capable of getting on well.
We could have some fun, however.
I'll need everyone's life story, preferably in classy, third-person, back-of-bookspeak.
Who's first?
TwoBit Says:
Car sex story?
H3OsMama Says:
LOL! Not me...I don't want to wake up Monday morning to a bunch of TLDR's!
kittenheel Says:
Born to a Harvard grad student and his wife who lived in a 4th floor walk-up just down the street from Julia Child, it was all downhill from there for one Miss K. Heel. The end.
TwoBit Says:
You so rock.
soundecho Says:
Being born to a mechanic and an RN, who we're both self proclaimed hippies, Miss McCoewuyt* has an interesting fascination with tools, mechanical design and home remedies.
*no one ever spells my last name right, I quit trying...
Fritz The Bootlegger Says:
He was the son of a homemaker and an astrophysicist whose college was paid for by the US government in the hopes that he would help land nukes in Red Square. Ironically he had nowhere near the math skills of his dad, settling for a degree in Political Science from a mid-sized Southern state university.
fstopped Says:
Coming into the world via a truck driver and homemaker, he went to school and went to work. Late in life he discovered that he has a somewhat skewed view of the world, so he began to photograph it.
TwoBit Says:
My god, I never thought this would fly.
Ok, here's mine:
Born between bouts of bigamy, at a time in the 1970s when "bigamy" was a popular term, both in practice and in country music, he went on to stumble through the yard, the ABCs, and the popularity of "musk" as a fragrance.
Reality finally set in with the realization that less is, indeed, most.
kittenheel Says:
Claire, my last name has 5 letters. (FIVE!!!) And still everyone spells and pronounces it wrong. (FWIW it's pronounced "Hires" like the root beer.)
lunamor Says:
She was born the 4th of 4 girls, by as many different fathers, to her mother and her mother's 3rd husband, in Charleston, WV. She went to live with her maternal grandmother when she was 8, after surviving the explosion of her family and waiting for her mother to die (not because she wished for it, but because ill-behaved cells threw too many tantrums). All she ever wanted to be was a wife and mom, and realized probably too late that she'd like the mom part way more than the wife part.
TwoBit Says:
;^)
Evil Fury Says:
Lol at "musk."
Fritz The Bootlegger Says:
TwoBit, you forgot your "jorts experimentation phase."
Assuming you no longer experiment with them, of course.
Evil Fury Says:
Steve, you forgot, "a midsize Southern university whose football team got their asses handed to them by St. Mary's School of the Blind on Saturday."
Bulldog Says:
Wow, Susan...you are lookin' to pick a fight.
TwoBit Says:
Lolol!
There was a regrettable jorts phase. Although I tried to skim over this embarrassment, it's true. The worst episode was when I was trying to get the legs even and ended up with short jorts. I probably looked like that gay dude on Big Brother. Luckily, Zebra noticed this and began singing, "Pert wears short shorts..."
(Pert was/is her nickname for me.)
Silver lining: I gave them to her and she filled them out quite nicely.
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