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ShoeShe Visits the Huckablogs
June 22nd, 2008
Hey You will not be posting tonight as she is busy entertaining ME!!!
It brings back memories of college days…sitting around in pajamas and just being. Wow. Not much has changed in the almost nine-ish years we’ve been friends…except for Hey You has added a husband and the most adorable 2-ish-year-old son (he really is the most adorable and polite child of that age I’ve ever seen, but that of course doesn’t include me).
Though miles may separate us now, I’m always made to feel at home when I’m in Hey You’s presence. Seriously. She didn’t even clean for me (really…you should see the place). But, perhaps that’s because the night we really became friends my freshman year in college was a night not too different from tonight. We were getting ready to leave on a Model UN trip to St. Louis. I had quite possibly the messiest dorm room ever. I had gone through two crazy-ass roommates, and had a private room that I had let go to hell. Seriously. I really don’t remember it even having a path to walk through. You had to walk over clothes and such to get from the door to my bed. So, Hey You came in to help me pack, which was quite an endeavor. What wound up happening is this: Hey You and I were in pajamas talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. She used permanent markers to decorate my classic irreplaceable rare soccer ball (did I mention I loved soccer?) while I tried to find enough clean clothes to pack for our trip. That night sealed the deal.
As I look around trying to find something I could add my personal touch to in the Huckablog house, I am reminded of how long ago that really was. And, the older I get, the more it just seems like “yesterday.” Oh, there’s a nice plate on the wall and a cup of crayons on the desk. I’d better get to work. I’m leaving tomorrow.
By the way, Hey You will have a Read it or Rant, a Watch it or Whine and a Huckablubber update soon!
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A. My house is in no way as messy as that dorm room people. You could not even walk in that room. We just have an excess of toys, clothes, and dishes.
B. It was Crayola washable markers, and she did not tell me it was irreplaceable.
C. If you touch my walls with crayons I will put you in time out. Ask The Son.
D. I love her too.
Having been the one to put that paint on those walls….I’ll put you in time out!
I totally wouldn’t have painted on the walls…only the plate.
And, I so don’t do timeout.