It's the most wonderful time of the year, and not just because I'm hitting Advanced Maternal Age today. No, it's the ninth annual festival of lying liars: I Remember MrsDarwin!
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME.
It can be anything you want--good or bad--BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.This year, in honor of my being laid up for so long, let's contemplate mortality:
What did I confess to you on my deathbed?
What gift did you give me at my christening?
Bonus points for those who "remember" both, because I'm stuck here in bed with nothing to do but refresh the comments every three minutes.
Brush up on egregious falsehoods from the past eight years.