Meme and apology

[kitanzi]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want—good or bad—BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

Why not... however, I should also say I dunno how much LJ I will be reading in the next week or two, or if I'll be keeping up much at all. My surgery is rescheduled for a week from yesterday, and I'm doing about 2 hours overtime every night to try and cover the missed time - still temp, still no sick pay. As a result, by the time I get home I'm in a fair bit of pain and not really sitting at the computer much, and may or may not catch up in the morning. If I miss something you wanted me to know, please have pity and just tell me?

Comments

[vila-resthal.livejournal.com]

Remember the time my Dad took us out fishing on his boat at Lake Hartwell? You had to bait Robert's hook for him 'cause he'd never fished with spring-lizards before and didn't know how to hook them without killing them. And you wanted to catch a big catfish, so you bought a small packet of chicken livers at the bait shop. Remember how they squished through your fingers while you set that treble hook in them? And how you asked for someone to splash some of our drinking water on your hands? Dad just shrugged and said 'the lake's right there..." and threw his line out again. Did you and Robert ever finish eating the filets off that monster catfish you caught? That thing must have weighed 50 pounds. I don't envy you two having to skin and slice that bugger. And remember the surprized look on the faces of those PETA people when you grabbed Dad's AK-47 and shot the bottom out of their boat when it was right over that school of hungry pirannahs and we all just rode off, laughing? Those were fun times. We ought to do that again some time.

Dan