Mom. Dad. I have a serious question to ask you.
Okay. What is it?
What's something weird about me?
You should never start a conversation off like that. It was for today's post though. ...really... Below are 6 statements. Five are truths and one is a lie. How well do you know me? Can you figure out which one is false? Can you handle the truth?
* I shook hands with 1996 Presidential Candidate Ross Perot.
* I can not touch raw meat.
* I used to play sax for a band that performed in Branson Missouri.
* I was engaged for 3 weeks once before calling it off.
* I sprained both ankles at the same time.
* I had my first and only hangover when I was 18.
10 comments:
Um, as your Mia Maid advisor, I'd like to think that you DIDN'T get a hangover when you were 18.
And as your friend, I'd like to think that you didn't sprain both of your ankles at the same time, but knowing you, it sounds like something you would do. Was it on a skateboard, or was that a broken arm? Or was that even you? Hmm...
As a raw meat hater, I'd like to think you hate to touch raw meat, too.
I know you were in band, but I cannot remember what you played.
So my answer is...I have no idea.
I should have said "old Mia Maid advisor," since you're obviously not in Mia Maids anymore.
Chrissy, I'll give you a hint: It does NOT involve "cracker" panties.
While I continue to propose and will keep proposing until that time when the Good Lord sees fit to bring me Home . . . I know that Charlotte hasn't been engaged.
unless there is some kind of hangover not involving alcohol, that would have to be my guess.
I don't know about a 3 week engagement (unless you count that April fool's joke you played on your poor mother Freshman year) so I'm going with the engagement. I'm surprised this is the forum you've chosen to admit to the hangover though... :)
i would say the raw meat thing, just because i could totally push you into a side of beef and you wouldn't explode or anything. i know you have the ABILITY to touch meat, i think you just choose not to. i seem to remember you telling me about an accidental hangover you had once from some spiked kool-aid or something. i'm gonna go with the engagement, although you are probably counting some fake engagement. i also think there's a good chance you may have performed in hannibal, missouri instead of branson or something silly like that.
no trick questions here. :o)
oh...and Amie, welcome!
Its the last one that is false. I know there is no way the most righteous girl I've ever met (you) would not ever drink.
i think the question really should be...how well can i stretch the truth? bc i know which one is false but the true ones are pretty s--t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d to fit in ur true catagory. as a sis, let me tell u whats what ppl
* I shook hands with 1996 Presidential Candidate Ross Perot.
true-he was eating at the souper salad in dallas, tx while part of the fam was there. charlotte went and talked to him and she was so surprised that he knew what and where byu was..
* I can not touch raw meat.
true-i actually saw this in action. she had clear plastic gloves on as she prepared her meat. but id really have to agree w/jon's comment
* I used to play sax for a band that performed in Branson Missouri.
um we're gonna say true even though very stretched-charlotte forgot to mention that as a phs band memeber they took a trip to branson, miss where they preformed. at this time she was trying the sax out in jazz band
* I was engaged for 3 weeks once before calling it off.
true but very stretched-yes it is the sad story w/my mother on april fool's one year
* I sprained both ankles at the same time.
false-even though i didnt know u had hurt ur leg ur freshman yr in high school unlike like a yr later..im pretty sure this didnt happen
* I had my first and only hangover when I was 18.
true and agin stretched-one spiked drink does not count as having a hangover..and it happened around high school graduation and i am still amazed that u actually came home and told mom and dad...i would have been killed for ever being in a type of enivorment like that.
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