Along the lines of Jeff's post, I thought I'd ask if anyone has an interesting memory of something we did together. I'm so forgetful. I like to think that I had to use up the space I had stored so many memories at so that I might remember how to survive in California (don't say "Mr/Mrs. First Name" or you'll sound stupid, don't EVER say y'all, and most importantly, wear flipflops at every opportunity). But it's sort of nice, too, because that way, memories that old friends recall are like new stories. And I'm in them! What could be better?

For instance, on our last visit to Alabama, Mitch recalled one night (I believe it was New Year's Eve) when he and a few friends were at my house lighting fireworks. We really hated the dog next door, what with all the barking, the terrorizing of my dog, and the pooping in my yard. So anyway, a firework goes the wrong way, and lands in my neighbor's yard. Burning the stupid dog a little. He was okay, and it really was an accident. But it was still funny. And what was great, is that when he was telling the story, I was thinking, "I hope that dog got burnt." I should totally join PETA.