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Monday, December 05, 2005

I remember Mrs. Darwin!

Julie D. is having so much fun with this, I have to get in on it.

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.

The stuff people "remember" about Julie is so outrageous that I'm curious to see what fond memories of Darwin or myself you all can dredge up from the depths of your lying little hearts.


Julie D. said...

Mrs. Darwin, your comment on my post really took me back to when we first met. Of course the figs of Ankara were sweet but right after we drank the tea that accompanied them we both felt rather dizzy and sick ... and woke up to find that we had been kidnapped to a nearby bordello! While this was horrifying, we were relieved to find it wasn't for our looks but rather for our cooking skills. We were put to work scrubbing pots and pans and preparing the basic meals under the head cook's supervision. Although I do recall you took the rejection of your "fair white body" rather hard as you kept muttering insults in Turkish under your breath whenever the bordello owner would appear. Luckily, this made the bordello owner think that you were just trying to prove yourself when you started to seduce him. He let his guard down long enough for you to whack him over the head with a cleverly hidden frying pan, steal the keys, and run to get me so we could escape.

How merrily we laughed after we escaped the guards, swam the river, climbed the fort wall, and made for the American embassy. Good times.

And, of course, that's where we ran into DarwinCatholic for the first time ... but I'll save that memory for another time.

Steven said...

Dear MrsDarwin,

My favorite memory is when you came and bailed Mr. Darwin and me out of jail after the little stir we caused when the fundamentalist crashed the John Horner lecture and insisted on calling dinosaurs devil-spawn. Okay, so we shouldn't have used super-glue on the spinosaurus suit, but, oh well, youthful enthusiasm.



Julie D. said...

So that's how you know the best way to remove super glue! I always wondered! :-D

mrsdarwin said...

Hoo hoo! That was a good one, wasn't it? I know Darwin remembers that, because his first two fingers on his left hand are still stuck together.

Kate said...

Ah. Good times. But what of those fateful days while you and I and Mr. Darwin and my Liam were snowed in, in that mountaintop cabin? You were so brave as we broke down the furniture for firewood, heated cans of ravioli over the fire, and cursed the men for forgetting to pack a can opener. We forgave them eventually, but only after they killed that hungry bear that broke into the cabin, using only their pocketknives and a few pieces of string. We ate bear-meat for many a day while waiting to be dug out.

Ah, such eventful times. I shall never forget them.

Anonymous said...

Remember when we beat the snot out those east-siders at the spelling bee? Actually, it might have been in the woodshed behind the spelling bee. Maybe it was both. Good Lord, you were lethal with that canldestick.

Rick Lugari said...

I'll never forget that time Darwin bought you a pair of jeans that were two sizes too small. He demanded that you wear them even though we had to wait a half hour for you to finally get them on.

We went to that chic night club in the warehouse district called The Loft. Your jeans were so tight you couldn't walk up the steps. Darwin had to carry you up the steps over his shoulder.

We all felt your embarrasment and tried to chastise Darwin for putting you through that, but all he had to say for himself was, "It's worth it, I think she looks so good in tight pants."

Steve said...

MrsD ... to this day I cringe every time I think of the way we laughed at Darwin when he unveiled his invention.

We broke his confidence, and someone else came up with the idea ...

Just think - that could have been Darwin's grill, not George Foreman's!