Kathryn,
You are my prosthetic hand, my marching band, my Disneyland, my soup that's bland, my Spanish man, my Spam that's canned, my one last stand...& you're pretty sexy too!
You'd better write me when you go to Oregon or I'll cry! When I go visit Rachael w/ my spouse I'll just mosey up to Missouri for a visit!
Xela was so fun this year! Don't forget to keep singing, my friend. We'll both have to come back and visit Miss Webb.
I love you,
Your friend,
Mrs. McMitchell
And I love her too! What great times and its even better that we are still friends and stay in touch after all these years! You rock!
3 comments:
That's a fabulous yearbook note! I want to be her Spam that's canned!
::sulking that I didn't get such a cool inscription::
::wondering if maybe I did get one but don't know it because I have no idea where my HS yearbooks are::
I hope you feel better soon! :-*
Wow...I don't remember being that poetic. (Of course, I don't remember a lot of things these days...) I'm *awesome*! Hee hee. :)
RCH, you can totally be my Spam that's canned too! I'm sure I wrote something equally mental in your yearbook.
I wonder who this intended spouse was at the time? It's hard to guess with the raging hormones that were going on.
Feel better, little friend! I can't wait to see you soon!
how cool! I would LOVE to look through my old yearbooks (I guess I would have to find them first!) Also, may I have an invite to your "healthy" blog? I have been trying to take better care of myself too! (but chocolate raisens and sour patch kids taste SOOOO good!)taragpainter@gmail.com
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