“You were such a dork in high school.”

Dan made this proclamation to Sharon in the midst of our reminiscing, digging through boxes of old letters and memorabilia.

As Dan is days away from pledging himself to Sharon for eternity, I shudder to think of what people without such love will think after reading my letter.

But I’m a blogger.

So it’s my natural inclination to share my embarrassment with the world.

Thoughts about my high school self:

1. I used “lol” far too often.

2. I knew Cary Grant was incredibly sexy.

3. I embraced the run-on sentence.

4. I couldn’t remember anybody’s (especially guy’s) names.

5. I guess some things never change.

“Wait, what about that drawing I saw?” you’re asking.

Don’t worry if you’re judging me.

I’m judging myself,

Megan

I’ve been keeping a secret from you.

About something that happened at the luau.

Near the end of my 2 hour dance-alone-a-thon I was approached by a boy.

I’m going to call him John.

Mainly because his name is John.

He sidled up to me, and clearly encouraged by how I kept frantically drawing Lindsey into the conversation, decided to talk me into going outside with him.

He offered reason after reason, most of which I blithely ignored as I continued dancing.

“Come on, let’s just go outside.  You know you want to.”

Finally, he pulled me into his arms, leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“Come on, I’m kinda drunk… and you’re kinda attractive.”

Obviously this has become my new favorite pick up line,

Megan

EDIT: Curious what happened next? Read all about it.

My grandma has no filter.

None.

Which means that pretty much every conversation you have with her will be awesome.

My favorite occurred a couple of years ago, after returning home from a summer in Tunisia with Skye.  My grandma and I were at my Uncle Bob’s house, where I was telling everybody a hilarious story involving an allergy card.  As I referenced Skye, my grandma interrupted, turning towards Uncle Bob as though letting him in on an important point.

 “Oh, Skye is just beautiful, you should see her, she’s just gorgeous.” 

My Uncle Bob is unfailingly polite, so looked over at my grandma, smiled and responded, “your granddaughter’s quite pretty too.”

Grandma looked back at him, hesitated for an instant, then insistently responded “Oh, no, Skye’s really pretty.”

At least I come by my bluntness honestly,

Megan