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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

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ladyaelfwynn
Dec. 8th, 2005 02:12 am (UTC)
Long hair, spinning wheels, and naked Scotsmen
This was a couple of years ago at that big historical Thanksgiving thing down near Williamsburg.

We had set up our display of sheep and wool processing, spinning wheels and all, there on the lawn, down near the river. (Remember those really cute guys with that gun club who were wearing those kilts ;-) my, my, my, what a view ;-) )

Anyway, it was toward the end of the day, and we and the Scotsmen had been bantering back and forth all day long. They'd make noises about stealing our flock and we'd come back with things like "our girls have better taste than that", etc. (You know the typical Scotsman sheep jokes. ;-) )

I could tell that they were up to something because just one of them came over to talk, the really cute red-head with the long curly hair. He was asking me all sorts of questions about dyeing wool with woad and the historical ramifications of the indigo trade when I catch something out of the corner of my eye.

His buddies had put some twigs and leaves all over themselves and were trying to sneak up on us. The tall one, in doing this, had gotten his kilt rucked up so everthing he had was on display. Some old woman screamed and called him a pervert. He turned several shades of purple and ran off trying to wriggle his kilt back into place.

In the mean time, I've been laughing so hard that I've not noticed I've gotten my hair caught up with the wool I've been spinning and the next thing I know I'm stuck with my head up near my flier having to ask you to help extricate me. Thank goodness you were there to help pull me out of that one!
bodgei
Dec. 9th, 2005 01:05 am (UTC)
Re: Long hair, spinning wheels, and naked Scotsmen
So silly to think that they could steal sheep from ME I mean I'm an Inglee - a renowned sheep staeeling family!

I wonder if he would have turned as many shades of Purple if he had a bigger pacakage?

Do you remmber how long it took you to get all the wool out of your hair?
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