1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
P.S. On a side note, I started watching The Way We Were the other night. But I was pooped and had to stop it about 10 minutes in. You gotta love the intro song.
A few weeks ago (and I am prodded into telling this story now by 2 comments from "anonymous" on the puppy post, who I think is our neighbor across the street) Brandon peeked through the blinds of the front window because he saw some lights or something. He's like, "What the crap is that?" Can you see the dark mass blocking his precious car on our lawn?
He tells me to go outside and see what it is. I was already asleep on the couch, so this is asking a lot from me. I wrap a throw around me and head on out. I just stood on the porch and stared. And stared. And looked around the neighborhood. And stared. And then chuckled.
Congratulations pranker. It was a good one. Do you like the empty popcorn bucket and popcorn strewn in front for effect? I like that they had to hoist Brandon's grind box (skateboard thingy) from the curb, and move a large rock from the "weed/garden" area by the mailbox to prop it up. And that thing is HEAVY. Also, Horton had been duct-taped to sticks to help it stand up. A lot of work. And when I called them on it at church the next day, they totally denied it. It said right on the back in black marker "Please hold for D. Johnson." Nice denial Dave. Nice. But here, I'll post it for you to bask in the Prankster Glory.