Thanks for the Memories

[butterflydreaming]

(edit:)I want a man who will hold the door for me, not because I'm a woman, but because I'm going through the same doorway.

Wrenched from mimerki's delicate little hands:

Tell me about something I, or you and I, did. It can be as serious or off-the-wall as you like. The only criteria is that it never actually happened.

No ratings cap -- I'm feeling wicked. Comments will be screened.

Comments

[mimerki.livejournal.com]

I don't know how you talked me into sledding that time. I mean, I hate snow and cold and wet, which is pretty much sledding right there, but there we were, and it was kind of fun even if we got snow up our noses and down our pants, and I still want to know how I got snow in my socks.

And there was that guy, who kept trying to get us to drink his cocoa, except that it smelled so strongly of booze that we would fall over giggling whenever he offered it, and we never did figure out if he was hitting on you or me or both of us or just being friendly.

[butterflydrming.livejournal.com]

I wish the pictures of the snowman that we made, snow "cocoa" and all, had turned out!