Many of my readers participated and revealed that they have:
- met Prince Charles
- had their house burn down
- dined with European presidents
- chatted with Michael Jackson
- danced on a table with Michael J. Fox
- been in a French film
- rode the school bus daily with a now-Steelers player
- punched students and crushes in the face
- met John Waters
- led a student revolution in sixth grade
- smoked weed out of an apple
- had cocktails with a KGB general
So in conclusion, my life is a bore.
But since you’re still reading, I’ll go on.
Dear Mom: Please keep reading. I’ve noted that you didn’t score 100%.
- Teen Years
- I home-dyed my hair red, but it turned burnt orange. LIE. I did dye my hair red at 18, but it looked burnt red.
- I used a coat hanger to zip up my tight jeans. TRUE. They were Jordache jeans. It was a Junior High dance. I had basketball legs. And womanly hips.
- I lined up overnight to get John Cougar Mellencamp tickets. TRUE. I was born in a small town.
- Meeting Pro Athletes
- I waltzed with a professional football player. TRUE. Darryl Patterson. He’s an American who played on numerous Canadian Football League (CFL) teams. He was married. I wasn’t. Before you think I was up to no good, I will fess up that we were in the same wedding party. CFLer Frank Robinson was in it too.
- I babysat for a professional hockey player. TRUE. Doug Smail, who played for the Winnipeg Jets 1.0, was my cousin’s cousin.
- I dated a Team Canada volleyball player. LIE. I did date a 6’8″ college volleyball player briefly, but I dumped him when he got cut from Team Canada. Kidding. I just stopped calling.
- Parenting Lows
- I sobbed right after parented music classes. TRUE. William had seriously defied me. Numerous times. I couldn’t cope. When I can’t cope, I cry.
- I drank alcohol right after parented music classes. LIE. The lesson is at 9:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning.
- I swore right after parented music classes. TRUE. I was recounting the music lesson horror to my husband, mid-tears.
Thanks for the fun. Let’s play again, shall we?
THE POST POSTAMBLE
Any suggestions of other games we can adapt to blogging?
I was going to suggest Twister…