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Read it and then FORGET it.
November 10th, 2009
I was at church this morning helping decorate for a fancy luncheon being held there this afternoon. My mom was in the kitchen cooking and we were chatting as we worked. She told me that she and my dad had gone over to my grandparents apartment to give Grandpa his birthday gift that finally arrived. (hang in there, this story is going somewhere I promise.) Anyway, the gift was a hat to match his winter coat…the problem was that both he and my Grandma FORGOT that the coat even existed.
On the way home I was thinking of all of the random things they have been forgetting lately. It was depressing until I had a cheery thought–maybe they will forget things I WANT them to forget! Like maybe my Grandpa will forget that time when I was sixteen that he walked in on my boyfriend and I making out..and the boy’s hand was totally up my shirt.
I thought all three of us were going to die of embarrassment.
Maybe Grandpa forgot the second base incident, but dang it I just told my mother. And MMiL. And who knows who else.
Crap.
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You are right. This is the first I’ve known of this, and though my memory is spotty I expect I’ll remember it for some time yet. Yes, they forgot about the coat, BUT, Grandma remembered that she was helping serve the meal at noon today. The only miscommunication was that she came 1 hour too early and went back home for a while.
I’m certain your Grandfather no longer remembers the incident.
BTW, don’t you mean snap above?
hahahahaha………….you’re busted!
Thank goodness I never had that awkward moment. Instead, I was talking to my mom and mammaw when I made a comment about robin’s dog eating my underwear. My mom had to jump in and save me by saying that my roommates shouldn’t hog the washing machine so i wouldn’t have to do laundry at his house. This was when we had just started dating and I had just gotten kicked out of mom’s house.
I can only imagine what we’re going to do when our kids are old enough to have those kinds of stories. Promise we’ll still be friends then. I don’t think I can go through that by myself.