Stolen from Scott, after seeing a couple places.
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I’ll never forget that week we roofed houses down in Tennessee – up at dawn, hammering away til it got too hot, then out skiing on the lake. Those mosquitos almost carried us off! Also – was there ever so much free-flowing bourbon? And that old lady who made us chocolate gravy on biscuits for breakfast! Those were the days alright.
Remember when we were playing at Grandpa & Grandma G.’s house, and we were rolling down that steep front terrace, and you accidentally rolled into the telephone pole at the bottom and broke six ribs? Man, you cried like a BABY! 🙂
Omg. I’ll never forget the time you and I decided to crash your crushes (John) party. You wore that odd purple jump suit with your blonde hair super curled. You actually looked good. And I wore some Indian outfit. (Some beige top and short skirt). I had my hair in braids and a feather in my hair. Well when we got there everyone was like who are they and what are they doing. You certainly caught John’s attention. He thought you looked amazing in that outfit of yours. The funniest party was when we decided it would be fun to get drunk. We had those two bottles one with some tea and the other one with actual liquor. We all sat down at a table and we kept pouring everyone the real liquor and we poured ourselves the tea. John got so drunk and would slur at you and he was completely out of it. You and I acted like we were drunk as well. What a hoot I’ll never forget that party.