Dear All,
I'm sufficiently bored, so I've decided to share random facts about my family.
My sister's nicknames are "small one" and "mouse."
My mother's driver's license lists her height as an inch shorter than she really is.
My dad used to call me "Thunderlizard" because I was so noisy--especially in kitchen getting breakfast on Saturday mornings.
My brother has a scar from when he hit his head on the very well-rounded corner of the TV stand and split it (his head) open.
I have a cousin exactly fifteen days older than I am.
We've had a virtual menegarie of pets over the years: 2 dogs, 6 cats (not including kittens), 2 rabbits, 3 hamsters, 8 gerbils, 1 rat (on loan), and loads of fish.
Speaking of fish, my dad once accidentally killed our pet fish the night before we were leaving on vacation.
I have two scars on the back of one of my knees from somehow kneeling on scissors in the second grade.
My dog is named after an emperor of the Holy Roman Empire.
All of the children in my family celebrate their birthdays within an eleven-day period (April 13-24).
My brother's last rabbit was called Frisky Kevin Eubanks (not originally by him, of course).
Tune it later for Random Family Facts, Round 2: The Muhlestein Family Edition
10 comments:
We’re not scared. Bring it on! Wait a minute. Actually, we are scared. Petrified, really.
anything else I should know about, like the dog that I never knew about. Tell me more please.
Well, Anon, you'll have to reveal yourself so I can determine which dog is the dog you somehow missed.
1 person who gave you nightmare when you babysat.
2 a person who almost fell into a trast can
Who am I????????
Anonymous deliberately misspelled words to give you a clue. His spelling has actually gotten much better. Oh, and you forgot eight gerbils.
You forgot about how your cat Maris was satan.
And that I own your first born child because I was willing to forgo your soul after giving you a ride home and buying you Chinese food.
Actually, that was my cat, Mary. And at least SHE doesn't make sugar cube prisons.
You are completely right, Mary. I DO owe you my firstborn for a ride home and Chinese food--on the coldest New Year's Eve ever.
Oh, and Maris clearly is an evil, evil cat.
Matt: the dog you don't remember was Molly. She was also a beagle. It was long before you were born. And apologies for the many gerbils I've admitted.
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