nash got in trouble today for making a big mess. he started whimpering as i made him clean it up and then declared, "guess what? i'm going to grandpa's house." which reminded me...
i used to threaten to run away as a child. didn't we all? once my dad even helped me pack my bags (hobo-style with a pouch of clothes tied to a stick). i never actually did run away, but i'd hide in the closet or outside the house in hopes that my parents would think i had and would change their ways. how dare they make me eat my vegetables or clean my room? and why can't i bite my sister?
apparently i wrote letters of intent before "running away". and then i wrote other letters, too. some of you have heard about these "classic liz" letters, but until now they've been buried. so, for your viewing pleasure:
EXHIBIT A:
"i decided to put on my pj's since i'm not allowed out of my bedroom for the rest of my life. you won't see me tomorrow morning, i'm running away."
EXHIBIT B:
"do not read this out loud, please. i hope you know i want lunch too. i guess you don't care about me anymore. bring my lunch upstairs with the yellow tray."
apparently i was also a little bossy and manipulative. i'm glad my parents didn't fall for that evil trap. i'm sure my mom brought my lunch on a purple tray that day, just so i wouldn't think i'd won the battle.
7.27.2009
do not reed
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
12 comments:
Hilarious!
I am literally LOL. So funny. I hope your mom did bring your lunch on the purple tray.
PS - How old were you when these were written?
you are a huge nerd :) pretty darn funny!
remember the time you locked me out of the house specifically because you knew i had to go to the bathroom? yeah... i peed my pants. thanks a lot.
this is probably one of the best posts i have read lately. thank you.
aaaaah!!! This is the funniest thing EVER!!!
i have no idea how old i was-i'm guessing somewhere around seven? i wish my mom had marked the dates on them.
the second one was actually folded (very pathetically) into a paper airplane and launched down the stairs to my mom. ha.
and there's more where that came
from! i've got my childhood journals to start sharing. hope you're ready for that!
So funny
hahahahaha hilarious. Remember when...I think it was Andy... threw that slice of cheese in the little window above the door in your Pittsburgh house? Or the time I hid in a laundry basket at the top of the stairs so I wouldn't have to go home and you guys rolled me down the steps. all the way to the tile floor. ouch.
That's hysterical!!! It's so great that you still have the notes saved!!
SOO funny! thanks for sharing!
i love those! i don't even remember this spunky-ness! isn't it sad how much memories fade over the years?
Post a Comment